[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Mr. Dorian Gray?"

Shirley's eyes narrowed slightly, and two or three shadows of the handsome man in his eyes were blurred.

"It's me, otherwise who do you think it is?" Dorian smiled softly, and there was a trace of buried sadness in his tone, "Are you inviting someone else?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." She shook her head, trying to throw the extra figure out of her field of vision, "I was looking for my male partner, but he seems to have disappeared."

She looked around in confusion for a long time, except for the men and women who danced with each other, only Dorian was there who paid attention to her.

"It's really unpleasant to miss an appointment, isn't it, Miss Healy?" Dorian said reassuringly, "You look very sad, why don't you dance with me, and we can talk about something pleasant?"

Speaking of which, if Shirley disagrees, he will really miss out on the kindness of a beautiful man.

Besides, she likes to dance, especially at parties.

She likes to promote her various advantages.

"I never knew Miss Healy was such a good ballroom dancer," said Dorian Gray, involuntarily, complimenting her.

"Sir, you're joking." Ever since Ciri had a "secret crush", she didn't like to sigh at Dorian's face, she didn't fall into his arms as quickly as other women, "I'm with you See you for the second time."

"But I've seen you many times." Dorian said with ease, "I've read your book. I've been following Mr. Murray since the first story. I really like his calmness when he was misunderstood by others when he first appeared. Of course, I also like the second story, the showgirl named Margaret's affection for Mr. Murray, and this kind of colliding emotion is what I have always been most interested in."

He seemed to be her reader, which surprised Ciri.But after thinking about it, her story is not unworthy of readers. Many newspapers are eager to publish Mr. Murray's adventure!

"But Mr. Murray doesn't like Margaret." Shirley pouted, knowing that she couldn't stop readers from discussing the pairing of characters, "Lola, his assistant, is the right one for him, she Very loyal to Mr Murray and a trusted partner."

She believes that the most suitable relationship is a stable trust and mutual support.And the Laura she shaped is like this. Although she is not a talented person, if Mr. Murray encounters any difficulties, she will definitely protect him within her power or even beyond her power.

"Oh, if you ask your readership a lot, you'll know why they like Margaret," Dorian said, leading her in a circle. "A lot of people prefer things that vary, like Margaret Lite, she appeared suddenly, with a beautiful misunderstanding, and when the misunderstanding was resolved, it became a fresh and violent relationship. And we have long known that Laura will not leave Mr. Murray."

"Why not?" Ciri asked back, but she never thought of separating Mr. Murray from his assistant, "...If Mr. Murray made any mistakes, Laura would..."

Well, she has to admit that if it was her character Laura, she would help Mr. Murray overcome difficulties together.

This reminded Shirley that Lola occasionally needs to leave Mr. Murray to set off on her own. Although she is his assistant and a character who records the narrative, she is more than that. In that case, her character image will be too thin.

"Look, you can't answer it either." Dorian smiled triumphantly, but he didn't make people feel bored.

But she couldn't tell her that this article was written on a whim, and even the main part of the story came from life, which made it so real and pictorial.

"I'm just listening to my readers, aren't I?" she said forcefully. "Writing does have to listen to some good opinions. I have to admit that I contextualized the role of Laura."

"Oh, of course I'm not here to accuse you of your character setting, Miss Hearie." He held her hand gently with one hand, and wrapped her waist neatly with the other, bowing his head. Slowly whispered in her ear: "I can't be vulgar, I'm here for you, Miss Xili."

"Of course, I'm just more attentive in my studies." He then smiled happily.

"You are indeed better than them," she said in a lazy voice, still not sober, "Mr. Gray, are you so interested in all women?"

She still hasn't forgotten the shy girl who was in his arms last time.

Dorian Gray was slightly taken aback. To be honest, he didn't care about seduction with ulterior motives at all. Regardless of his appearance, too many women knelt under his leather shoes.

He was just curious once in a while.To be honest, he wasn't even curious about Ciri at first.But to James Moriarty.The same badness can always be smelled by each other. He never believed that Professor Moriarty was as... highly respected as others said.Fame at a young age often brings unswallowing desires, and he is never afraid of being swallowed by such desires, but he believes that Moriarty's desires are stronger, the ambition to swallow up the whole of London, and they may have similar tastes.

But Moriarty is better at pretending than he is. He admits that he is a real genius. In addition to his unique head, he also has some achievements in the field of humanities.

At first, he thought that Hillary Byrd would be an easy pawn for Moriarty, writing him fake autobiographies enough to make the world sing their praises.But in his deal with Moriarty, the situation was not as he had imagined, Ciri was more important, and of course he still didn't understand why it was so important...

There must be something special about her other than the simplest of "Moriarty's women."

That's how he is, a person who has secrets that cannot be told, but also loves to peek at other people's secrets.

"Would you think I'm hypocritical if I say I just care more about you?" he said hypocritically.

"I'm tired from dancing, let's stop talking here." Ciri didn't answer him directly, but pulled him away from the crowd. She took a peek around, and all the ladies present were spying on Dorian. Loved his face and didn't care about Ciri.

Shirley understood, which means that the women around this gentleman are rotated in turn, and they are so diligent that they don't even feel jealous of any women around him.

But only one woman treated her eyes very unkindly.Her fiery red dress was extremely flamboyant, and her black gloves tightly clasped the feather fan in her hand. With a snap, she walked towards Ciri.

"Mr. Dorian, long time no see." She first gave Dorian a flattering smile, glanced at Ciri contemptuously, and opened the fan in her hand again.

"Hello." Dorian smiled politely, but Ciri guessed that she might not remember the lady's name.

That's fine, let Russell trip him up.She didn't want to reveal any more information to Dorian. She couldn't be interested in men walking among women, no matter how beautiful they were, so she had to go to Moriarty.

Although she doesn't need his carriage to pick her up when she goes home now, aren't they good companions?He was still talking one second, and disappeared without a trace in the next second!

It won't happen again when there is a split personality at this time, then his reputation will be lost, even his position. She believes that the university doesn't want to hire a professor with mental problems, even if he is younger and richer than them With knowledge, the future road is also broader.

Her wine was half sober all of a sudden, she had to find him quickly!

She quickly found an excuse for herself, and nodded at the two of them, "Talk slowly, I'll go to other places."

"You're leaving, Miss Healy?" Russell sneered, as if she had won, and it seemed that she was more interested in men of all kinds than in writing.

"A little busy." She didn't want to talk to her more.

"Is it really just busy?" Russell insisted, and Shirley added something in his heart, she is still a woman who is quite hostile to the same sex.

"Otherwise, do I want to be here to see how you play?" She couldn't hold back for a while.

Lasalle thought that Ciri had been caught in a sore spot, his smile widened, and the red ointment on his lips appeared to be even more aggressive.

"It's just a little girl who just showed her talents, so why dare to yell at me here?" She was completely exposed, covering half of her face with a folding fan and fanning it slightly.Russell's eyes were full of viciousness.

Ciri smiled silently, and instead asked Dorian who was in the middle: "Mr. Gray, have you read this Ms. Russell's book?"

"With all due respect, no," said Dorian impartially, and cast another quick apologetic look at Russell.

He didn't want to offend anyone.

"That's it, I haven't read it either." Xiri met Russell's angry eyes expressionlessly: "To tell you the truth, from the very beginning of our meeting, if you hadn't said about publishing your book, I wouldn't have read it." I thought this was a prostitute invited to this banquet, but judging by her appearance and her age, it seems that she won't be able to do it for a few years."

"You—" She put away her folding fan, with a look of unforgivable anger, and even raised her legs forward, impulsively wanting to do something.

"This is Earl Uriah's banquet. Do you think this is a small colosseum in your own little room?" Ciri rolled her eyes. Speaking of ten thousand steps, if she moves, she is even better.

Ciri ignored Russell again, but nodded slightly to Dorian, and immediately turned and left.

She was also trying her luck to go to Earl Uriah's garden first - this place is much larger than Mrs. Brandon's backyard, with a bright moon hanging outside and a small wind blowing, it is much bigger than the place where she first met Moriarty. It's much colder when you split your personality.

She hoped to meet him here.

She carefully looked for him in the garden, calling him various nicknames including but not limited to nicknames, but in the end she found nothing.

She even crouched on the sly to see if he had run off to that bush again and stole someone else's pipe to smoke.

But they are not there.

She has started to pray now that she doesn't pull out a pistol/gun to kill like the weird kid she met last time.

She could only retreat to the hall first, but she saw Dorian sitting on a high-quality leather sofa smoking a cigarette, surrounded by a group of beautiful women, and beside him, a fat middle-aged man was talking to him wearing something.

More like teaching than teaching.

Ciri knew that the circle was chaotic, and she had been introduced as a host of Earls. She had to find Moriarty without further delay.

Maybe, go to his house first?Ask his servant, or the coachman who always helps him?

Not long after she left, she felt that London was colder at night, and she had to walk back because she didn't go out at the time agreed with the driver.

The wind chilled her chest that night.

She rubbed her hands, and just when she exhaled a burst of hot air from her mouth to provide warmth, she heard a frivolous and rough male voice: "It's so late, where are you going, miss?"

Too bad, there was a wave of ups and downs, and she was in trouble.

She walked forward quickly, trying to avoid trouble by not answering.It's a pity that he was looking for the door right away. The big man was a head taller than Xili, five big and three thick, and blocked him with his whole body. She was like installing a moldy and smelly stone statue.

"Why didn't you answer me?" he asked.

"I don't want to cause trouble." Ciri replied calmly, but her hands were wrapped around her waist.

"Miss noble?"

"Is this the first time you've come here to rob? Not all the nobles in the West District." Shirley didn't panic, she touched a piece of metal in her hand, and instead started to sneer.

"Miss Noble's mouth is really mean, hurry up and take out the money, otherwise..." He took out a knife and yelled at him: "I brought you to my East District, you don't want to know what will happen. "

"Oh, my God." Ciri pretended to be alarmed. "East End! The slums? I don't want to go--you mean if I give you money, you'll let me go? I'm very Money!"

"See how much you give, stop talking nonsense and give me money!" The big man said fiercely.

"Okay, I'll, right away! I'll take the money!" She tremblingly took out the thing she was holding, and quickly raised it up, just right in his mouth, "...how much do you want? Is this enough? ?”

The person on the opposite side didn't dare to speak, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which flowed down his skin full of grooves, and a /handle/gun was stuck in his mouth impressively!

"Woooo—" Perhaps, the first sentence he subconsciously said should be, help.

But he dared not move.

"Believe it or not, my gun/bolt has already been pulled down." Shirley is a single resident, she used to use her own dagger to defend herself, but now she has the dagger that Moriarty put on her before. Left/Wheeler/Gun, she had her tailor add concealed buttons to every piece of her clothing, and carried it with her at all times.She is not a fool, she knows that walking alone at night can be dangerous, no matter which part of London it is.

Moreover, the clothes of women in their era are so complicated, are they afraid that they can't hide a small pistol/gun? !

"Are you rich?" Ciri asked him.

The robber never expected that she would ask him such a question, and he didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly took out his few pennies and gave her to her.

"That's all?" Shirley's method of countering evil with evil is really disgusting, "Leave that knife behind, and get out of here."

The big man fled in a hurry.

Ciri picked up the few pennies on the ground, kicked the knife aside, thinking that he could still buy a newspaper tomorrow.

She rubbed her temples, took out her handkerchief to wipe her gun clean, and put the hand/gun back into the dark bag behind her waist.

Ciri's mood became more irritable because of this episode, and the wind blowing on her face changed from icy cold to cool.

Moriarty, where the hell are you?

Although the moonlight was darker, she still planned to go to Moriarty's house first.Seeing if he was there, or listening to someone who gave her an accurate message, she was able to sleep peacefully.

"Mr. Moriarty hasn't come back," said his maid, who was still holding a long leather rope with Fulla on the other end.

Walking the dog so late?Ciri raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask why.

"But you can come in and wait for him. He said that you can come in anytime, and you must be willing to wait." The maid bent down to her, as if to invite her in, "Mr. will be fine, please Don't worry. But if sir is late, you are free to choose any comfortable room."

She was really worried about him, so she really stayed and waited for him.

Why did the maid have more confidence in Moriarty than she did?

After the maid made a cup of hot tea, she went on to walk the dog. Fulla's child was more exuberant than Fulla's experience.She remembered Furla running amok in Moriarty's yard every day at four o'clock as a child, barking at her window.

Now that I think about it, it might be little Moriarty's fault.

She didn't drink the cup of tea, and began to look at the familiar house again.

Where did you see it?It's impossible for her to have some bloody amnesia, right?

Time passed by, Ciri couldn't sit still, she got up and walked around, and saw the fresh flowers on the dining table again.

This time it was one flower.

Nothing hurts like curiosity, and she wanted to explore before Moriarty returned, looking for some memorable clues.

The first thing she did was rush into the study. Based on what she knew about Moriarty, his hobbies would most likely be placed in the study.Sure enough, what came into view was his favorite artwork. She remembered that he once bought a painting at a large price from Mrs. Brandon.

This picture was much more ordinary than the one in her dream, but the mature strokes made Xili, a layman, feel that it was expensive.

Moriarty was rich beyond imagination.

She looked left and right, and was even surprised by his spotless study, she thought he could at least calculate math problems here.

When she slumped tiredly on his soft chair, a gap appeared in the middle of her vision.

Right under that artwork!

Could this be... a secret door? !She didn't know that she could still see the mechanism in Moriarty's study!

She reached out to touch it, thinking about how to open it.

Maybe it's Moriarty's research behind this... She fantasized unrealistically.

Her motives are impure, and she also wants to pry into other people's secrets.

This secret door is easy to open, but there is only one... a chessboard? !

"Ciri, what did you find?"

The man touched her lips with cold knuckles, hugged her with one hand, and the words he said made her stay in place for a moment: "Do you know the punishment for touching other people's things?"