[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

The journey back to England was smooth sailing, she didn't even expect it to be so smooth - Shirley also thought that there might be another hijacking incident to justify the time she wasted in France for a while.

Of course, compared to making her sleep beautifully until dawn, her "thoughts" are all nonsense.

This sudden incident really made her exhausted to the extreme.

"Drink?"

Her front was suddenly blocked by rising steam, which made her shrink back subconsciously.Then, a slightly contemptuous chuckle was heard.

"I'm not going to poison you because of this."

She took the teacup, and as the carriage bumped up and down, some of the tea was shaken out, "I was just startled, anyone would be startled by something that suddenly reached out to them."

After taking a sip of tea and sighing comfortably that British tea is better, she raised her hand and patted the shoulder of the person next to her: "Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you because of this matter. You are still you, I Dear boss."

"Oh, then do I have to thank you?" The blue-eyed youth lazily half-lyed on the well-made seat, the crimson cushion sank into a big hole, "Now our secrets are more closely intertwined."

"Living in the Queen's era, people live so comfortably, it's normal to have some problems, some people will groan/groan even if they are not sick." She smiled self-deprecatingly, "For example, I, I have severe manuscript anxiety right now."

Moriarty dragged out a long exclamation, and changed a comfortable position, but sank deeper into the soft cushion.

"How to say?" he asked.

"That is to say, I missed Mrs. Brandon's tea party. I haven't processed my manuscript for a while. I'm afraid people will forget me. I will write the third story as soon as I get home." She shrugged Shrugging, "I swear France is one of the places I hate the most."

"You don't have to worry about that, Shirley." He straightened up quickly, put his knees on the cushion opposite him, and opened the small window on the upper side, "Parker, find any newspaper seller."

Ciri tilted her head in bewilderment, but she didn't expect his coachman to find the newsboy so fast. The strong braking caught her off guard and threw the tea party forward. She even bumped into Moriarty's head. on the lower back.

"Ciri." Moriarty's voice was filled with anger, but also with disgust.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his black hair, which was wet with sporadic tea, which happened to be his soft bangs.

"Sorry, I can wash the car for you if necessary." Ciri said slightly apologetically, "Who knew there would be a sudden stop so soon."

"You really know a lot." The muscles in the corners of Moriarty's eyes twitched, "Get out of the car quickly—Parker cleans up the inside of the car."

As the coachman, Parker twisted his neck, as if he really wanted to turn his head around and reason with the two people in the car: Does he have to be a cleaner for his identity?Is this his fault?Every time he is conscientious and in accordance with the instructions to do!

Xili pursed her lips knowing she was right, and quickly put the teacup on the shelf in the car, and quickly jumped out of the carriage.

And Moriarty had already said a few words to the newsboy who didn't know why, and handed him a few copper coins in exchange for a newspaper.

"Take a look at the papers. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

Ciri leaned over and read the newspaper headline word by word, ""The Amazing Adventures of a Gifted Woman Writer——A Detective Story You Don't Want to Miss"—oh my God! I'm in the paper again ?!"

She carelessly took away the newspaper in his hand, and read the news on the front page with a shocked expression, "'Genius female writer Hillary Bird's work Chapter 2 broke the sales legend of Chapter 1 after it was published'..."

Her Chapter 2 has already been published?She glanced excitedly at Moriarty, because he was the only one who could do it.

I saw that he raised his chin slightly proudly, and said slowly: "Before I went to France, I had already asked someone to revise and typeset your manuscript, and sent it to the publisher. As for which newspaper it was published in?" Now, I don't have time to pay attention, but—boy, get a copy of every type of newspaper in your hand, and we can look up where the Hilly Byrd novel is kept."

With a smile on her face, Ciri bowed her head and continued to read the newspaper.The only one present who could be more exaggerated than Shirley was this little newspaper boy. He had received a big deal and he took out different kinds of newspapers and handed them to Moriarty one after another.

"The organizer of this newspaper wants to invite me." She pointed to the text on it to show Moriarty.

"Ah, isn't this what you want?" Moriarty pulled out a newspaper and motioned for her to catch it.

"This newspaper doesn't have any information about me." Shirley rummaged through it for a while, wondering.

"This is a newspaper run by Mr. Paul himself, and you know he should have a grudge against you." Moriarty shrugged indifferently, "Compared to this, you should be happy that everything I have now is reported or published. your article."

Nothing pleased her more than this, and she swore she liked Moriarty more than ever.Mr. Murray in the novel is the nemesis of crime and the savior of the victims.

But in reality, Moriarty is Ciri's guardian alone.

She rarely showed the shyness of a girl, if this was when she was a child, she would definitely kiss her obligingly with gratitude.

But she is already an adult in her 20s.She considered many realistic factors——

Hillary Bird, you are now a poor ghost with less than three digits in savings, how can you even think about falling in love!Your primary goal now should be to make money—at least you can get the house back, right?

Besides, this person is Moriarty... Even if he has helped you so much!You can't fall in love with him just because you're grateful!

Ciri, think he's two years younger than you!Isn't your mate selection criteria a man who is more mature than you?

A childish self popped up in her mind, pouted and scolded her: "Shirley, will you be moved by this when you grow up! How much did you disdain such things when you were young!"

She could only whimper and respond to her: "It's different today! Few men can do this for me now! My heart is pounding!"

Little Xili looked as if he hated iron and steel, "Xili! Have you forgotten how he treated you when you were a child! He even burned your things! Are you angry!"

"Of course I'm angry, but, but..."

The debate in her head couldn't match her childhood self, so she could only keep giving herself psychological hints: "You can't fall in love with Moriarty, you can't, Shirley. He's a sick person, and he's trying to kill you every second! How dangerous it is !"

Ciri's heartbeat returned to normal slightly, she thought she had convinced herself, and sighed softly.

Moriarty didn't have the ability to read minds, but he saw Ciri's expression turn blue and white, sweet for a while, and then a little troubled, and when he blinked next time, it turned into guilt and regret again.

"What's wrong with you? Can reading a newspaper make you schizophrenic?" He couldn't say anything good.

Ciri was used to this kind of yin and yang, and thought that he was the one who was schizophrenic, but she wanted to use this kind of words to ridicule herself, but in order not to poke his sore spot, she decided not to mention the name of the illness.

"I'm happy, thank you, Moriarty." She rarely spoke obediently, which made Moriarty stop her sarcasm.

His pretty lips were pursed for a moment, and then a rare gentle smile appeared. He stretched out his fingers and brushed the shattered hair from her sideburns behind her ears, "You just bumped into me and made your hair a little loose."

The young villain in Xili's mind was instantly wiped out by her now, and she screamed in her mind: "Is it too late for me to study medicine secretly now? I can cure his illness..."

But she still kept this little thought in her heart, and when she got rich, she would definitely show kindness to Moriarty.Taking a step back, Moriarty couldn't have helped her so much because of the friendship between childhood neighbors, right?

Ciri confidently planned the small goals she had set in her heart after her success.Little did he know that Moriarty was frowning and listening to another personality in his mind.

"It's easy to guess Ciri's expression," he said.

"...When you come back from France and see the current situation, joy turns into sorrow?" Moriarty guessed.

"Are you sick?" James said: "Sometimes scolding myself is really out of my control."

"You play very well with puns."

After that, in addition to starting to plan her own Chapter 3 opening, Ciri also received a lot of invitations-these were all sent to her new address-according to a standard comedy, after the protagonist makes money, he always Can't stay in the slums of the Eastern District all the time?

Especially for a woman like Xili who was eager to improve her status, she immediately spent part of the money and moved out of the East District without stopping.She originally thought of choosing a house close to Moriarty, which would not only intensify the "neighborhood friendship" with him.As an employee, it is also convenient for communication.

It's a pity that the land price of the Moriarty family is really, expensive!She can't afford it!

She could only rent a small house four blocks away from Moriarty. Although it was not big, it was well-equipped.It was much better than the gloomy house she had before, with mold everywhere in the summer.

It's different when you have money.

As long as she maintains the quality output, Mr. Murray's book will be famous and make money. After all, she is not only collecting money from one newspaper now.

Ciri strikes while the iron is hot to stabilize some upper-level readers—that is, when she chooses her own social circle, she suffers from choice difficulty.

Looking at the letters that almost burst the envelope, she took a letter opener to carefully select, and finally set a plan for herself for this week.

First she prepares for an interview with London Today.