[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Shirley, you're probably the second most disgusting person I've ever seen." Moriarty - taking off his shirt - threw the vest to the maid who came in. He looked at Ciri with disdain. biggest.

By the way - the number two emotion is nausea.

"I'm sorry, you forced me." Ciri said with an expression of "it doesn't matter if you say it, and I don't care".

She also took off the petticoat on her upper body, leaving only a cotton bottom skirt.

"Who is the first?" She asked curiously.

"When you were a child, it might have been a parallel relationship." Moriarty replied, throwing the shirt to the maid again.

Ciri made an "oh" sound, "It turned out to be me."

"It's about the same, you are the weirdest." He murmured.

"When are we going back to England?" she offered herself—kept asking.

"I have to go tonight, wait for me to clean up."

Moriarty looked thin, but when he took off his shirt, he revealed strong and fair muscles, which completely broke people's first impression of him.

- The little maid next to him lowered her head shyly, but he just waved his hand and told her - she would come in again and she threw her out.

"It's a good exercise." Ciri looked up and down his upper body, and rarely praised him sincerely.

Moriarty said "Oh" as if surprised, "Why, do you still want to watch me take off my pants?"

"Alright, take it off." She folded her arms around her chest, calmer than him.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of the door closing heavily, and Moriarty entered the bathroom.

Ciri realized that Moriarty was not good at bickering in this area, so he curled his mouth in triumph. Following the sound of water in the bathroom, Ciri shifted his gaze to the only desk in this room. .

She sat up, stretched herself, pulled out a piece of paper and began to ponder.

Now that the new round of retaliation is over, why not take the time to write something.

Fortunately, the manuscript of her second story was placed at Moriarty's house in advance, otherwise her unscheduled trip would have ruined her deadline.

She really admired her energy. She hardly slept for a few hours in the past few days, and encountered a case again, and she was still thinking about writing articles to make money anytime and anywhere.

It's okay, the resources are full now, as long as her works are well written, she doesn't have to worry about not being able to sell them after publication!

With the encouragement of money, a third story appeared in her mind like magic!

She found that she has become more and more handy recently——

A prominent kidnapping brought Mr. Murray's assistant, Miss Hills, to a strange city.Mr. Murray, who has not realized that his right-hand man is in danger, is identified as the murderer in a party, and then a double line is arranged. On the one hand, it writes about how Miss Hills escaped danger, and how Mr. Murray proved himself Innocent.

She took a pen and sketched on the white paper, conceiving a brief outline of the new story.

She thought again, is there a need for a more clever villain?In the past, those villains all came out to make trouble. It seemed to readers that they thought they would go home after this story. No one could compete with Mr. Murray in terms of IQ, or she... .... set - a?

But her IQ is limited, and a genius in the story is enough for her to have a headache. If she creates a big villain according to her ideas, it will definitely give readers an intellectual blow.

Prototype...have to find a prototype.

She turned the pen, and subconsciously started the bad habit of biting her fingers again.

Have!I'm really sorry, Mr. Holmes, since you have a super high IQ, why don't you use her in the novel?

Write with a completely opposite image, presumably they will not be able to see that they are the prototype.

She thought of how Mycroft would walk out of the Diogenes Club in a rage if he knew she had made him a big villain.

She wrote a few more words on the outline, and suddenly noticed that the room became too quiet.

She was so absorbed in writing just now that she didn't realize that Moriarty was taking a bath, and it took too long? !

"Moriarty?"

She yelled in the direction of the bathroom.

No one answered her.

"James Moriarty?" Her voice was louder this time, but still no one.

She couldn't help feeling a little worried that Moriarty was sick—er, literally.Of course, if she interprets it as something else, she doesn't care.

If he gets sick in the bathroom, except for some accident, she can't afford it!

"Moriarty! Tell me what you hear!" She got up and walked around the desk, went to the bathroom door, knocked on the door first, and listened carefully with her ear against the stained glass door, "You If you don’t speak, I’m going to go in and have a look!”

Without further hesitation, she turned the doorknob to open the bathroom.

The first thing that hits the face is a puff of water vapor. This room is not too big, so the bathroom does not occupy much floor space, and its decoration reveals a kind of low-key in the fuzzy mist.

The first thing she looked at was the bathtub, but there was no one sitting in it.

She walked across the wet floor to it and saw that there was also bath water in it.

She even reached for the hot water in case the absurdity of her terrified Moriarty drowning in the bathwater occurred.

She looked around again to make sure Moriarty wasn't here.

The first thought in her mind--isn't it?Moriarty, are you that poor?Are you ready to slip out because you can't afford the accommodation?

The second thought in her heart-you have to take her with you!

Also, where can you go without clothes?This man's hobbies are getting more and more unbelievable!

She glanced out of the window, thinking about how she could escape.

She went back to the room first, opened the window and checked visually—whether she would fall to her death if she jumped directly.

And cursed in his heart - how could Moriarty choose to escape at dusk, there are still many people on the street outside!

She was daunted by this height, thinking that if she jumped off, she would die immediately, without even a chance of becoming disabled.

She could only go back to the table and throw her outline into the stove, thinking that if she ran away, she wouldn't let others know that she was still a writer who was serializing novels. If it spread, her reputation would be bad.

She watched her outline being burned to death in the stove, emitting a plume of blue smoke.

She scratched irritably at her hair, Ciri's naturally curly hair, and her honey-colored curly hair became more fluffy after she scratched it.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of metal sliding, and another click, like the sound of a pistol being loaded.

In the next second, someone stepped on her back and dumped her whole body towards the stove!

Fortunately, she still kept a safe distance from the stove, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!

"who are you?"

the person behind her asked her.His voice was grim and solemn, with an unmistakable flavor.

"Moriarty!" she exclaimed, she felt a wet patch on her back, and she would never be mistaken for the person who spoke!

"Say! Who are you!" Moriarty controlled her body, holding a pistol/gun in his hand, and the black muzzle of the gun hit her shoulder, and he questioned her.

She didn't have time to think about whether she was in intimate contact with a man who was crazy, a dangerous alarm sounded in her chest, and her heart beat violently.

"Shirley, I'm Shirley Bird!" Shirley didn't know whether his attitude was to be tough now or to pretend to be pitiful, "You don't even know me?!"

The force in his hand was a little lighter, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be loosened, but soon he exerted more force, "I don't know!"

madman!His disease is madness!

"Just now I spit on you - oh no, I signed a contract with you, you're my boss - and we knew each other when we were kids! We've known each other for a long time! Do you remember Strawberry when you were a child for the first time We had a fight over strawberries when we met!"

"I don't remember, I don't know Ciri! Are you some bad person—my parents invited me to do something?"

Shirley felt like her head was about to explode. She had no idea what Moriarty was talking about, and even her tone was full of childish feelings—could it be?Will he be schizophrenic - a child's character?

She had read in the book before that it was indeed written that there are different souls in the human body. If Moriarty is because of this, his parents often don't come to see him, it can be justified... After all, this It's so weird.

However, it is better not to let this "child" kill her right now.

What should she do?

"Well, why don't you put the gun down first, and let's talk face to face? I think there is some misunderstanding between us." Shirley's thoughts turned rapidly, "I am a guest invited by your parents, you can't treat guests like this Right, little brother?"

"..." She felt the gun/muzzle on her shoulder tremble, "You were called by Mom and Dad! Then I will kill you even more! I hate you!"

"I'm not!!!" Ciri quickly denied, "I'm not called by them! I'm sorry! Don't shoot!"

She went wrong!It doesn't make sense to reason, she has to hurt him and get the gun.

But the opponent has too many advantages over her.

She looked at the stove and thought of a way - she turned her head slightly, and a certain part of her hair caught sparks and began to emit a burning smell.

"I'm a friend who goes to class with you." She began to make nonsense, "I've always heard that you are very good at math. I don't believe that such a young child can be better than adults, but your father said I was rude and kicked me out. came out, so I sneaked in just to see you—to compete with you!"

"Really? My dad is really...very annoying." He was really childish,—he smiled happily when he heard himself being praised, put down his pistol/gun, and asked her: "I see you Stupid, I still want to kill you—whatever you want to ask, I will tell you!"

Kill a fart!Shirley cursed in her heart, and at this moment she raised her hair-flicked, and the end of the hair with sparks just hit Moriarty's hand, and he swung the pistol/gun away with a bang!

Ciri took advantage of this moment to turn around and kick him in the stomach, kicking him to the sofa next to him, Moriarty's head hit the metal armrest decoration of the sofa!

Before he could react, he passed out.

Ciri thought: It's cool, it won't be a murder, right? !How should she explain it!No, she will be treated as a mental illness!

She tossed off her burnt section of hair, and went to check whether Moriarty was still alive, regardless of the image.

Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes abruptly, and smiled strangely at Ciri.

"Shirley!" He threw himself into Ciri's arms, "You finally came to class with me again! I'm so bored to death!"