[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

It's been a while since they finished breakfast.

Shirley stayed at Moriarty's house, and she didn't know what kind of madness Moriarty had gone, and now he was asking someone to change all the decorations in the house.The original asymmetrical things in his house have been replaced, and the decoration style has been shared with the typical British gentleman’s house—for example, with the oriental classic furniture, the Bohemian carpet is full of luster, A huge bookshelf is placed in the living room, and an ivory mask purchased from the East India Company hangs on the wall, making the whole room majestic.

Ciri was sitting on the soft sofa reading a book, she had just finished a very vulgar novel to pass the time.

"I don't know why James has such a novel," she muttered, calling him by his Christian name in private, "I found it in his study, "Class and Beauty"! My God, who would like this full of foolish fantasies."

This currently popular "Class and Beauty" is obviously a popular novel for British ladies. A beautiful baroness moved to London because of her marriageable age, and was surrounded by four men, and in the end the hero was the young British Prime Minister.

This had to make Healey complain: Isn't this clearly referring to the young and accomplished British Prime Minister William Pitt Jr.?

While making complaints, she also thought a little bit, maybe young girls like this kind of novel now, and she should also be a vassal... Oh no, Shirley definitely doesn't want to write such a work that tarnishes the Prime Minister.

But what made her wonder why were there such things in James Moriarty's study?

Could it be that he doesn't like the prime minister?At the same age in his 20s, William Pitt Jr. is already a young man who holds the power in Britain, while James is just a mere university professor.

But Xili won't dislike him because of this.

She stood up and put the book on the sofa, and the goose-feather sofa collapsed instantly.

"For a novel," Ciri thought silently, "I definitely don't want to see what's in James' study."

She turned around a corridor, her heart slowly jumped for joy, and she smelled a nice smell of ink in the study. Speaking of this, Ciri became more happy with Moriarty, since yesterday's " After the "snooping" event, when he was redecorating the house today he magnanimously called for a bookshelf to be cleared - just for Ciri to read those novels that young ladies like to read.

But it would never occur to James that Ciri was no longer a pampered and rich lady, and that bread was what she thought about most in the sky.

Ciri knocked on the door politely, but once again found that there was no one in the study.

It seemed that Moriarty really didn't have the habit of working in the study.

She directly opened the door with a narrow gap, and gave herself another hint - she came to find the bookshelf that James specially left for her, not to peek at James' office.

She found that she was always giving hints to herself, as if she had really convinced herself, how did this become a habit?She asked herself in her heart, but got no results.

Ciri was standing next to a small bookshelf, which was full of books with a golden luster and some beautiful lace. They were all love books, which made her feel very boring.

"James thinks I like these?" she whispered.

Ciri stretched out her hand, pretending to take the love novel whose title was not clear in front of her, glanced at it secretly, and saw many famous novels-a shudder instantly swept through her whole body.

Her eyes are almost glued to the cover of Clarissa, Samuel Richardson is undoubtedly a novelist who wants to surpass.

Books are expensive.

At least not cheap for Ciri.

Shirley had been reading books outside the bookshelf for a while, so she couldn't help but put her hand on the case of the book. Unexpectedly, when it became unstable, all the books in that row fell down, and the books that hit them were released. There was a violent noise on the ground.

She squatted on the ground immediately, and picked up a book as if resigned to her fate, and the desire to read suddenly disappeared.

She looked up, and a painting in the hidden place on the side of the study suddenly caught her eyes——

This painting is obviously a Fauvism work criticized by France at the moment, with rough lines and bright colors, which very straightforwardly expresses the author's dissatisfaction with the world.

Shirley recalled that she hadn't seen these things in Moriarty's study yesterday.

Even yesterday, yesterday's painting was not this one.

How much did Moriarty like to paint?She began to try to track down the him in her memory——

Years ago.

"James, you can't do this." The girl's hair frizzed up disobediently. She was combing her hair with a long-handled comb, but she didn't expect it to look more fluffy.

"What's the matter with me, Shirley," Moriarty rolled his eyes, and stuffed the strawberries from the fruit plate into his mouth, "you have to understand, this is my home. I am here, ask me there?"

"No, James." The girl continued to comb her hair, "How can I draw after you eat up all my references?"

In front of her is a strong picture clip, with several colored graffiti of different sizes painted on it. If you compare it with the strawberries in the fruit plate in the distance, you may know that this is the fruit of the painting .

"Are you sure you're drawing? Please, dear and annoying Miss Healy, what's your opinion on whether humans need to pick up a brush and draw?" Moriarty ignored her strange problem and continued to take a strawberry Put it in your mouth.

"My God, for a girl, it must be necessary to maintain a perfect posture to draw pictures, which is what modern society needs." Ciri said exaggeratedly, "Don't you think I look better than pictures?"

"Oh," Moriarty laughed, "you do look better than your own paintings."

After finishing speaking, he jumped up and down in front of Ciri’s skateboard——as a teenager, no, let alone, as a boy, his behavior was a little lively, and his delicate face, probably It's the type that is very popular with adults.

But in reality, his personality is not as pleasing as his appearance. He quickly picked up the paintbrush that Shirley had placed beside her, and began to paint on her paintings.

"James! What are you doing!" Shirley was in a hurry, and reached out to grab Moriarty's paintbrush. Even if her comb got stuck in her disobedient hair, she didn't pay attention, and she didn't have the so-called ladylike image before. .

"You don't want to paint well and let me paint?" He didn't let him grab it, but this-back and forth caused the paint of the brush to twist back and forth on the canvas, and the inexplicable fruit painting finally turned into a twisted and wild forest fruit party.

Ciri is not happy anymore, she seems to be quite good at this kind of strong words.Regardless of whether this is Moriarty's home or not, whether she is really serious about painting or not, the eldest lady's arrogant and unreasonable temper comes at any time.

She made trouble as she said.

"You're so annoying! James! Why is it you every time!" She cried loudly, not knowing if she was pretending.Anyway, the sound is very loud.

There was only a maid and a dog in the Moriarty house, and no one could cure her.

"You really don't know how to be funny! Shirley!" Moriarty threw the paintbrush aside, folded his arms around his chest like a joke, and shouted to the door: "Furla! Come and see, Shirley pretended to cry again !"

Fulla was that dog.

"Tell her not to come here!"

Of course Ciri said that, but of course it didn't work.The big hound was in full swing, as excited as meeting a wounded rabbit, and rushed to Healy like flying, with its long tongue hanging out with the wind.

She licked Ciri's face quickly, licking her face all over with saliva.

She was also like Moriarty, a joker.

"Okay!"

Ciri was really crying this time, her face was covered with saliva, her clothes were covered in hair, and there was even paint from Moriarty's swipe pen.

"Look, she's really crying this time." A genius like Moriarty would still smirk.

Ciri just like the nine hundred and ninety-nine times in the past, she stood up and snorted stubbornly, with traces of saliva and tears mixed on her face, she pulled up her small suitcase, ready to talk to Morrie Artie said goodbye.

"Don't go!" How could Moriarty lose such a fun person.

"Why don't I go and wait for Fulla to see my jokes? - a dog!" Ciri retorted fiercely.

Fulla knew that Ciri was talking about her, so she howled a few words when she just finished speaking.

"That's what you said last time, don't do that, I'm tired of hearing it." Moriarty seemed to be comforting, but he was actually holding back his laughter.

Of course, you don't expect to hear any good words from Moriarty.

"This time it's real!" The soft comb was still hanging on her hair.

"Shirley, do you know?" Moriarty quickly took off the comb on her head, and even pulled her possibly disobedient hair.

"Ouch!" Ciri wailed from the pain.

"You look like a lion," he added, "mother."

"Ah?" The pampered lady has no idea about wild animals, even if she reads pictorials, she only likes to look at some scenery or clothing.

"what is that?"

"Animals! Beasts!"

Moriarty didn't know that Ciri could make such an idiot, and she was even two years older than himself?Never heard of lions?Still dreaming of being a writer at every turn, what if she was asked to describe animals?

Moriarty's sense of superiority was greatly enhanced, and he held his head up and explained, "It's the king of beasts."

Ciri - tilted his head: "The king of beasts? Isn't that good, I like powerful animals."

She became interested in this new thing, "What is a lion like? Why do you say I look like it? Is it very beautiful?"

Of course not, you idiot.

Moriarty smiled secretly in his heart, but said on his mouth, "Then I'll take you to see it?"

"Okay." Shirley blinked her eyes, as if she wasn't going to get angry anymore, and forgot about the earth-shattering event she cried just now.

Moriarty said to take her to see, of course not to take her to see live animals, even if he was capable, he did not have the hobby of raising extremely dangerous large beasts.

He took her little hand into the study.

At this moment, Ciri also noticed—something—

"James, have you grown taller?" She put her other hand together and placed it horizontally between her and the top of his head, "You have grown a little."

Although that hand is ridiculously crooked.

Moriarty rolled his eyes, trying to ignore her.By the time she was two years old, she would be talking to him on tiptoe!

Moriarty's study room is quite large, especially after the two children entered it, it seemed even more spacious inside.Of course, a wide range of books is indispensable in a spacious study room. Shirley even felt that Moriarty couldn't remember the classification of these books and where they were placed.

Moriarty's palms were sweating, Ciri broke free easily, and Moriarty didn't hold on anymore, so he went to a corner to search for something he wanted to show Ciri.

Shirley was attracted by other books. Maybe she didn't understand some of them, but she still maintained the appearance of a studious student. She felt that she liked the smell of books. When she opened the book and smelled the fragrance of paper ink, she felt like she was in a book. Witness with your own eyes how the creators wrote them.

And she has written a book herself, although it is not like a book, it is more like a encyclopedia of vernacular irrigation.

"Shirley, what are you looking at, come here—" Moriarty found the encyclopedia of that era, and he called Ciri back.

But Shirley was absorbed in other books.

He just looked at her quietly like this—in fact, she is very cute when she is quiet like this. The bench is relatively high, and when the emerald green eyes are all attracted by the words on it, it just happens to sprinkle a piece of sunlight.Even Moriarty couldn't bear to bother.

Weird.

"Ciri." He approached her quietly, playing tricks behind her and blowing on the back of her neck pretending to be sinister.

"Ah!" Shirley, who was too obsessed with reading, really jumped in fright as he thought, and fell to the ground, throwing the book in his hand.

"James!" Ciri frowned again.

She was like a diabolical bag, ready to be ignited by Moriarty, the lighter.

"You're looking for death!" she screamed, not looking like a cute little lady at all. "Today you must die!"

Moriarty didn't know if he would be able to die today. He smiled and dodged her attack, while quickly opening the book in his hand, pointing to the animals in the picture and saying, "Look, Shirley! Does it look like it?" lion!"

"Eh?"

Ciri stopped moving, looked at the long-haired King of Beasts with sharp eyes in the drawing book, and murmured, "Its hair is so explosive!"

"Isn't this similar to your hair?" Moriarty drew a circle around the lion's mane with his finger, "The color is also similar, very similar, am I right?"

Ciri stroked her long hair with her hands, "You're not belittling me, are you? I don't think it looks particularly good."

She was really raised in a deep boudoir, except that her father took her to travel around various cities, and more knowledge was learned from books.

This is why she loves reading very much.

"Do you like cats?"

"I like it." Ciri replied without thinking: "They are all furry and cute. If you call me a cat, I don't think you are framing me."

"Lions are felines, that is, cats that are larger than the average house cat, and they symbolize courage and invincibility," Moriarty explained—seriously. If you want to hit me, you are very courageous, and no one else dares."

He gritted his teeth and said the second half of the sentence.

"So of course I'm praising you, lioness." Moriarty chuckled inwardly.

"...It seems quite majestic." Shirley seemed to really believe it, and she grabbed Moriarty's hand foolishly, "I'm a cat."

Moriarty felt like he was about to blurt out the next sentence, "You're a dementia", but who knew Ciri learned a cat meow immediately and made him choke the sentence in his mouth.

He sighed, and rubbed her lion's head like an appointment, "I'll take you to see a real lion next time."

"Really?" The British long-haired cat Ciri was very curious about this animal that could be compared to her. "Then where do we go to see it?"

She pulled up the picture book, pointed to the text on it and said, "It says that lions are animals that live in Africa and Asia."

"You don't know, now many people train lions and bring them into the circus. When a circus comes to perform, we can go to see the lions together." Moriarty said casually - Zou It would be farting to go out, he never thought of taking Ciri to a circus, and when there really was a circus in this country, Ciri might have forgotten.

Her memory has always been bad, and she tends to forget many things after a while.

But he really couldn't figure out why he received the news the next day that there was a circus tour from Asia in this town!

His mouth is terrible.

Of course, Moriarty can't help it. It's impossible for Ciri to forget what happened the day before yesterday. Ciri's father's case is not available. Moriarty and his maid take Ciri to a circus show.

Moriarty considered himself a second father to her.

"When will the lion come out?" Xili took the small toy from the circus clown expressionlessly, "I just want to see the lion."

He still wants to go back to sleep, God knows how long he will stay in such a crowded place!

The circus kicked off, and after a series of animal shows and magic tricks that didn't interest him at all, Moriarty was only concerned with whether the trapeze would actually fall.

His ideas are extremely dangerous, but unfortunately reality has not allowed him to realize them.After he watched nervously - Bo's tightrope walk, he thought it was the show's biggest flaw that the actor didn't fall to his death.

"Ah! Lion!" Although the little girl next to him watched with relish, she became even more excited after finally getting to the point.She shook the boy next to her violently, "Look! Don't fall asleep!"

Yes, Moriarty had closed his eyes.

"Look at it, it should howl a few times, then scare the audience, and be dragged through a fire hoop by the animal trainer like a slave. After completing a series of thrilling moves, you can scream again." He said calmly. I counted the things that came down again, and closed my eyes again, "Before that, please keep your voice down. Shirley, you are almost louder than a lion."

Speaking of this, no matter how interesting the performance is, it must be disturbed.

"Okay." Ciri was discouraged, seeing the performance as Moriarty said, she said "huh?", "James, isn't the lion meowing?!"

Is not this nonsensical?

"That's meowing, Missy."

"But you said a lion is a big cat." Ciri said naturally.

"I'm sick of you," Moriarty was completely bored, he put his arms around his chest, thinking how can there be such a chattering little girl, who is not mature at all, and hasn't seen it yet, "shut up Enjoy the show!"

Ciri really didn't speak this time, she watched the whole performance quietly, she didn't continue to scream, she didn't laugh, and she didn't applaud again and again at the curtain call.

This time it was Moriarty who couldn't sit still anymore, he quietly opened his tightly closed eyes - turned to Ciri, secretly observing her expression.

At this moment, Ciri was frowning, her green eyes seemed to be expressing sorrow, and she was about to shed tears.

"... What's wrong with you?" He spoke too heavily?Nothing?He just expressed a little fiercely that he needs sleep now.

After all, the genius had just dawned, and Shirley pulled him up from the bed and told her that there was a performance today!

Who can bear this? !

"If I say something and you are upset, then I'm sorry, let's talk at home." He softened his voice and said to her: "When I get to my house, I allow you to vent your anger on me, but just this time. And It's over in 10 minutes, do you agree?"

Ciri nodded and hurriedly agreed.She sighed again and said, "The lion is so pitiful."

Moriarty: "Aren't you upset because I killed you?"

Ciri: "But the lion is so pitiful!"

Moriarty said that he was taken advantage of!

"Then why are you nodding? Did you mean to hit me?"

"That's one aspect, James." Ciri smiled cleverly, "You can't go back on your word—but I really feel sorry for the lions. I read in your picture book that they live freely. Running on the prairie, hunting to my heart's content, but the lion in front of me doesn't seem to be having such a happy life, I always feel that she has a sad face, forced to perform, earning money that it can't spend at all."

"But the animal trainer has to eat enough." Moriarty didn't have such overflowing sympathy, he just wanted to correct Ciri's erroneous views, "They depend on it to live, and they rely on what he knows to make money. "

"But why don't they do other things? Don't they have many ways to make money? For example, if you look at my father, he will deal with many nobles. They all admire my father. He can earn a lot of money."

"Really? Your father is just a sea merchant. Even if he earns a lot of money, he won't be admired by nobles. It's not like they don't have money." Moriarty felt wrong.

"Then I don't know, I only know that they respect my father, as if they have a common admirer." Shirley explained in a low voice, and then changed the topic to the lion: "Then can I give it to him?" How about a trainer who pays a lot of money and asks him to put the lion back on the savannah?"

"You are so holy," Moriarty did not hide his contempt, "what's the use, he is not the only animal trainer in the world, there are many lions suffering."

"But if you want to be happy, I'll go and buy the lion," he changed the topic. "I'll buy it again when I meet you. Anyway, you only enjoy the happiness in front of you."

Ciri smiled sweetly, "It's okay, I'll just pay the money, and when you see it, tell me, and I'll write you a check."

The easiest note for a wealthy tycoon to write is a check!

Of course, Moriarty also got his - small rewards -

A few days later, his neighbor brought him a painting of her own, which, to be honest, she must have drawn carefully, though not very well.

However, Moriarty still has good eyesight this time, and what the little neighbor drew are two little people (he can barely distinguish between male and female by the length of his head), one tall and one short (this is definitely hope intentionally) playing on the African grasslands.

Of course, there is also a lion running free in the background.

Moriarty really liked the painting.

As a result of his aesthetic improvement, he had to buy more and tell a neighbor not to paint so ugly.