[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Shirley!"

Just as Ciri was kicking the steps angrily, a familiar voice stopped her from destroying the toe of her shoe for the third time.

"Oh, Darcy, and... Sister Georgiana." She turned her head and saw that Darcy was walking towards her quickly, holding his sister's hand.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but still asked: "You...is your sister okay?"

At the end of the speech, she thought that she had spoken a foolish topic. Seeing Georgiana's shock, how could it be all right.

She was only 15 years old, and she went to France by herself first, and encountered a case under such circumstances. She not only saw the corpse with her own eyes, but was also identified as the murderer.

"Darcy, how did you come to France?" She pursed her lips and hurriedly asked a new question.

I have to say that Darcy arrived too timely, otherwise the professor named Robert would make a fuss, I don't know what trumped-up charges Georgiana would be charged with.

"I'm also lucky." He patted Georgiana on the shoulder twice to comfort him, "I just arrived in France, and I didn't know where to find someone, but this morning, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of my hotel , the coachman said he knew where my sister was, so I followed."

"You're so brave, what if you're in danger!" Shirley widened his eyes in astonishment.

"But what can I do? If he wants my money, just give it to him—I just want to know if he really knows where my sister is!" Darcy's handsome face showed a gratified expression, " Fortunately, he really knows the location of my sister, I was too anxious, and I didn't ask him why, but the carriage just stopped there—"

He pointed in one direction, but there were only two birds pecking at the leaves on the ground in that direction.The most is air.

"Maybe it's gone." Darcy didn't pay much attention. "It's really great for me to find Georgiana."

Ciri thought about it carefully, wasn't the location he was pointing at where Moriarty got on the bus?Moriarty got into this carriage?Or did it just happen that his carriage was parked here again?

"Do you remember the style of the carriage, Darcy?" Ciri asked hastily.

"Dark brown, that wood is not cheap, and I don't know whose carriage it is, otherwise I would have to go to the door to thank you." He murmured, often showing gratitude on his haughty face.

Ciri thought: I love the same color, you can't be sure it's the same carriage.

but--

"By the way, why did you come to France?"

"Professor Moriarty told me that." Darcy replied without reservation.When he mentioned the name, Georgiana beside him finally showed another expression. She frowned slightly, as if in disbelief.

"Moriarty?" She repeated his name too, keeping her eyes on Georgiana, not wanting to miss any of her expression.

"Do you think I was unreasonable to him just now?" Darcy's voice added a little calm, "I admit that what I did was wrong just now, and I will apologize to him."

"I didn't mean that." Ciri moved her throat. "I didn't know he knew Georgiana. He didn't seem to."

"He—" At this moment, Georgiana finally spoke. She seemed to want to say something to justify the relationship between Moriarty and her, but in the end she hesitated again because of something she thought of. She shook her lips twice and explained: " I admire Professor Moriarty so much that I have written to him under a pseudonym, Mr Moriarty does not know me."

This is a lie.

Ciri could hear it.

She secretly speculated that Georgiana's expression was exactly the same when Caroline mentioned Darcy and ignored her because of her teasing No. 80 times.

That is to say, at least Georgiana has an admiration for Moriarty that is higher than reverence, and Moriarty basically knows her whereabouts.

No matter when he knew it, why didn't he say it? !

Moreover, she began to reasonably suspect that the carriage that brought Darcy here was sent by him!

As for his reason for doing this... sorry, she can't guess!She doesn't have the brain circuits of smart people like them to build a bridge across the sea between Britain and France!

Wait, why does this plot have such a strong sense of sight, where did she meet it before?

"Shirley, Shirley!" Seeing that the haze on her face was getting heavier, Darcy pointed out five fingers and shook her in front of her to remind her, "We still have to go to the police/station to settle some things. That doctor I think is going crazy—who are you with? I never knew you were interested in this."

Ciri gave a weird "oh" sound, "It's with Professor Moriarty. To be honest, you haven't paid attention to what other people like."

"I really guessed it. Unless you like it yourself, the only one who can bring you here is Moriarty." Darcy admitted, "I always pay little attention to other people's interests. This is my mistake. This mistake almost alienated me from my sister—but as far as I can remember, the Happy Princess only liked fencing, playing cards, or taking—a book—in the afternoon.”

Xili felt ashamed, and pretended to be calm: "Please don't study that book too seriously."

"That's the hardcover version." The nervous tension these days made him always worried, and now that his sister has been found, besides solving some minor troubles, he can already relax.

He joked a few more words with Shirley, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Where's Mr. Moriarty?"

"You know that the mathematics professor's head is not running at the same speed as ours. He got into the carriage as soon as he left the house and left. Maybe he went to solve the problem, and he forgot about me." Shirley shrugged, feeling terrified—Tongmoria pedicle.

"Then let me help you find a carriage. I remember you don't speak French."

Indeed not.

Just as she was about to say thank you, the sound of kicking horseshoes came from behind her!

She subconsciously jumped to the side, and when she turned her head, she saw a tall horse raising its front hooves and neighing!

"Be careful, Shirley!" Darcy pushed her and Georgiana back, and saw that the black horse was quickly calmed down, but it was still stepping on its hooves reflexively.

The man on the horse was not in a hurry to speak, his calf lightly touched the side of the horse, and walked slowly in front of the three of them.

The first thing you notice is his slender legs, which are beautifully lined under the expensive haute couture trousers.Looking further up, there is a clean purple lining, plus a handmade western waistcoat that outlines the waist.

With his back to the light, people couldn't recognize who he was for a moment.

"Bonjour." He held his chin condescendingly.

"Professor Moriarty really made his debut like the wind." Ciri came out from behind Darcy's arm with a strange tone, "even accurately calculated how to stop before trampling us to death with a horse."

Moriarty didn't answer her directly, "Come on, Ciri."

"You didn't pull a carriage behind you." Ciri pointed to the horse's tail.

"Ride back." He raised his eyebrows.

"A horse with you?" Ciri's expression suddenly became disgusted, "I can't sit down."

"I occupy a small area," Moriarty insisted.

"I'm not used to it." Ciri refused again.

"I'm skilled." He waved his hands, and the black horse moved closer to Ciri.

"Let me help you find a carriage." Darcy said aside, Georgiana behind him blinked her big black eyes.

"Mr. Darcy, aren't you busy?" Moriarty pointed to the carriage that had just stopped not far away, and called them over in French loudly.

The general idea is "Mr. Police, the parties are here, please take them away".

Darcy raised a smirk that was very easy to see through, which was the expression he would show on some occasions because of the identity of the other party and because he was very tired of the other party.

"Merci," he said emotionlessly.

Moriarty finally drove Darcy away, and his voice calmed down a bit, "You don't know French, and you have no money. You can only follow me, or sleep here."

Ciri was still skeptical of him, but she weighed it - she was going to have a comfortable place to sleep first, and then doubt him seriously after relaxing!

She walked up to Moriarty's leg, reached out her hand and touched the horse's head, said a few good words, and was about to step on the saddle and get on the horse.

But who knew, she was holding the front of the saddle with one hand, and just when one leg was on the horse's back, and the center of gravity was not stable at all, Moriarty pulled the whip rope from under her arms, and the horse turned around and went away. run--

She let out a cry and lurched to one side, but luckily she grabbed Moriarty's arm just in time, otherwise she would have fallen straight off her horse!

This kid definitely did it on purpose!

He took revenge on her again!If it wasn't for her bumping on this horse now, she would definitely strangle him to death!

She was so pissed, and the black horse galloped down the street, didn't anyone think the girl on the horse needed to be rescued?Didn't anyone call the police?

The French simply have no conscience!

She was talking nonsense on the horse, almost scolding Moriarty, and by the way, she would also say that France is not as good as England. The people here are not cute at all, have no sense of justice, and the air may even smell bad.

Her stomach was churning, her whole body was tense, and she could only feel the horse's frenzied advance and the occasional slamming into Moriarty's chest.

If he feels uncomfortable, he can have a verbal confrontation with her instead of using this method to make her feel uncomfortable!

She decided to spit it out to him as soon as she got off the horse!

Finally, when she felt that she was not far from death, she slammed on the brakes and the black horse kicked violently, and she slid completely backward into Moriarty's arms.

"Are you good at technology?" Moriarty asked, reaching out his hand very intimately to help her wipe off her parents' sweat.

"You should thank me for not throwing up now." She said weakly, finally found a center of gravity as if she had survived a catastrophe, and leaned limply in his arms, "I can bear it—I will throw up in your room."

"Are you still going to my room?"

He smiled ambiguously, got off his horse, took out a beautiful pipe, and lit it with a match.

He exhaled clear smoke, wrapped her waist with only one arm and hugged her off the black horse, "Let's go, I'll let you go."

"Don't, don't—" Ciri's "no" didn't mean to stop him from saying something vague, but Moriarty's arm was pressing on her stomach, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"I really want to—"