[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"I--"

It's not a good feeling to work secretly and be discovered by the master.

Moriarty's palm came over her lips.His strength is not heavy, but it is enough to control her.She was frightened by this action, and she was afraid of being caught, a thin layer of sweat was already showing on her back.

In particular, Moriarty's other hand was still around her waist, which made her unable to move even more.

"What are you looking for?" he asked her in a low voice.

Ciri grasped his palm with both hands, trying to pull it down, but when she failed, she could only use more force, reminding him that if she didn't let go of her hand, how would she answer him!

Moriarty got a signal and let go of his hand, but the other hand was still placed on Ciri's waist.

"Where have you been?" Shirley asked with a flash of his eyes.

"I was asking you, Ciri."

Ciri no longer dodged his eyes, and Moriarty looked at each other for a few seconds before losing the battle.

This man's aura was strong enough that it was difficult for her to hold on to his blue eyes.

"I, I, okay, I'm sorry." She hid her thoughts of peeping at other people's secrets, and said half-truthfully: "I'm just curious... I always thought that your work place is in the study room, but it's clean here, let me I can’t figure it out, so I just wonder where I might find your research—I have no other intentions, you don’t think I’m stealing, do you?”

Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was exploring the real elements in Ciri's words.

Finally he said: "It's hard to say, many people are jealous of me and want to get something from me, such as "Exposure, Flashy Professor Moriarty"."

He no longer stuck close to Shirley, but leaned against the desk, and said slowly: "After all, it's hard for people to believe a young, promising, and wealthy genius—one who can make money must be dirty, educated People must be mature. You must know that inertial thinking affects all human beings. But I don’t think that all the bad things brought about by narrow thinking will make me stand out from the crowd. So, in case some strange people are peeping into my world, you Think I'm going to keep my work stuff in my own study?"

Ciri finally understood that Moriarty was condemning her behavior, which made her extremely embarrassed, "I'm sorry... I was just waiting for you, I shouldn't have come in."

She immediately started other topics, hoping to end the conversation quickly, "Moriarty, where did you go tonight? I waited for you at the banquet for a long time, and I was worried about you, so I went to your house to wait for you .You'll forgive me, won't you?"

Her pale brow furrowed, and she began to look hurt again.

"By waiting you mean dancing with other men and then having an intimate conversation?" Moriarty ignored her pretentiousness, and instead spoke out what she had experienced tonight.

How could he know!

Ciri didn't understand, this was already beyond the capabilities of a genius, right?

"You obviously disappeared, but you still know so clearly, are you still at the meeting?" Shirley said dissatisfiedly, "Then I've been looking for you for so long, and you didn't show up, just to make fun of me?"

"Of course not. I had something important to leave beforehand. I didn't inform you in time. It was also my mistake." Moriarty put his hands in his trouser pockets and said lazily, "Of course someone I know will stay there. When you saw it, you told me."

Urgent matter?How urgent can you be?Wasn't he just behind her then?

Since there is an acquaintance, why can't you tell her directly?Strange.

"You're equal to my behavior by leaving without saying goodbye, okay?" However, she didn't dwell on it anymore, she just told Moriarty that it was her fault just now, trying to get over the embarrassment as soon as possible.

"As you wish." Moriarty shrugged, "but you'd better not have too much contact with that Dorian Gray."

"Mr. Gray? He is indeed a bit strange, but..." Ciri paused for a moment, then smiled: "What? You didn't let me get in touch with Gray because he was more popular?"

Moriarty did not deny, "Mr. Gray does have the looks that everyone is jealous of, but he is a fool."

Ciri didn't take it seriously: "In your eyes, everyone is a fool."

"No, no, he's different," he said inscrutably. "Let's put it this way, Ciri. If you offered your soul to the devil in exchange for an immortal face, would you do it?"

"This quid pro quo is very attractive." Ciri didn't understand why Moriarty would suddenly say that. Is there any necessary connection between this and Dorian?

"But if it were me, I wouldn't do it." Shirley sighed, "Although I observe whether new wrinkles appear on my face every day, I know that people are always getting older, and I I can’t control it, if I exchange something more important to me, the loss outweighs the gain.”

"The answer you said is a bit high-sounding. Human beings can't control their desires." Moriarty said without hesitation. He shook his head, and his bangs slightly shifted according to the angle of his head.

"It has something to do with the Mr. Gray we are discussing?" Ciri asked unconvinced.

"Use your writer's head once in a while, Ciri," Moriarty said tartly. "Why should I jump to trivial tropes?"

"You mean, he did such a thing?" Ciri exclaimed, "Impossible! Do devils really appear in this world?"

Although she is writing stories, she actually thinks that these things only exist in human imagination!

"Maybe." Moriarty said ambiguously, "This gentleman can make a deal with me only because I got a glimpse of his little secret. Once I catch someone else's trick, I can make good use of it. His value. You don’t talk to him less, the person who can make a deal with the devil is not a simple person.”

You who control this kind of person are also terrible!Ciri thought to herself.

"Aren't you surprised? Devil!" Ciri became even more curious.

"Why should I be surprised? What I want is to reach an agreement with him, not to see what the devil is like. If my goal is achieved, it doesn't matter."

"What about you?" Seeing Moriarty expressing his thoughts so calmly, Ciri asked, "I mean, 'If you let the devil make a deal with you and get what you want, you will betray me. Your own soul?', I want to be honest, don't prevaricate me with other things."

"Nor do I." Moriarty replied immediately, without thinking, "For many people, I am the devil-like existence."

Ciri was noncommittal, looked at the sky outside, and reminded: "I think if I don't go back, I may encounter some danger again."

"again?"

She told him everything that had happened when she came.

This was indeed out of Moriarty's control, and he couldn't help being angry, "From the East?"

"It doesn't matter, you see I robbed him of a few pennies." Ciri said with a smile.

Moriarty's face collapsed, he supported his chin with one hand, and patted his cheek lightly with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

"Well, don't go back today. I'll ask Parker to take you back tomorrow. You can go to the guest room."

Shirley also thought this proposal was good, she nodded, and hurriedly left the study.

Just at this moment, Moriarty's maid came in with a tray, on which there was only a pot of tea, not even a cup.

"Does he still want to drink tea now?" Shirley asked puzzled, even if she was a tea drinker, she wouldn't have to have a cup too late at night.

"Mister wants to drink tea." The maid's voice was steady.

Shirley thought to himself that the servants in his family always seemed to have no feelings. They used to be like this, but now they changed to another one, and it was still the same.

She observed her quietly, and found that besides her expressionless face, her face was even paler to the point of sickness.When she looked more carefully, she found that the maid's hands trembled slightly, as if she was trying to restrain her emotions, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Are you okay?" Ciri asked worriedly, "If you feel uncomfortable, just leave it to me, and I can help you."

"I, no, thank you miss." The maid swallowed her saliva, and her eyes became calmer, "Go to the guest room to rest."

Ciri frowned, but since that was the case, she didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Just as she was halfway up the stairs, she seemed to hear a small sound similar to the collision of metal parts with her keen hearing. She looked around and didn't find anything moving.

And she lowered her head again, stepped on the ground, and heard the sound of the soles of her shoes hitting the wooden stairs, she gave herself a guess—maybe she accidentally stepped on something while walking.

Today is another busy day for her, and she doesn't care much if she can't hear the sound of wood.

Moriarty's small building is not big, so there are not many guest rooms, so Shirley picked one at random.

But this is also much better than the small building she lives in now, in line with Moriarty's aesthetics, revealing a low-key luxury.

She didn't wait for the maid to serve her, and she didn't need it, so she washed herself and went to bed.

Within a few minutes, she fell asleep.

But the next day, she understood that no matter how good the mattress at Moriarty's house was, it couldn't keep her from having nightmares.

Her father appeared in the dream—it was a good thing, but the father in the dream was not as kind as she was when she was a child, but he was admonishing several people ferociously.Those people were men and women, dressed in very elegant black clothes, and all of them wore strange animal masks. They praised their father's strange education methods frequently, as if they had been brainwashed.

She didn't think it was true, maybe the novel she read one day entered her mind again.

After all, what she believes in is that seeing is believing.

"Miss Ciri, are you up?" The maid's voice came to Ciri, who was still struggling on the bed, along with the knock on the door.

Although she wanted to continue to sleep soundly like she was at home, but since this was Moriarty's house, she still agreed.

The maid pushed open the door and entered.

"You... Where's that lady from yesterday?" Ciri pointed to the maid whose hair was cut a lot short and asked, "Who are you?"

"Nice to meet you, Miss Hilli." The maid saluted her respectfully, "I am a new maid, you can call me Vivienne, the last one died last night because of an unexpected accident at home. He went back to the country without stopping."

So fast?

Then Moriarty's work efficiency is too high!