[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

She doesn't know how extravagant he is.Anyway, Ciri could no longer draw out the check in such a bold manner and write numbers with her eyes closed.

She remembered the painting from yesterday, the price was the annual salary of many people, even several times higher.

Obviously, being able to explore in James' study is much more exciting and exciting than the adventure novels Ciri read.She is an uneducated girl who always thinks she can succeed when she is clever.

A strong curiosity was involved in her head, and courage suddenly surged up. Shirley stepped on the carpet silently, and stood tiptoely in front of the painting. This way seemed to make her feel the vitality of the painting.

fauvism.

Ciri held her breath, and approached the painting with her slender fingers in the same way as yesterday, and then, very easily, the painting opened like last night——

She still remembers the following...

a chess board.

Yes, a chess board!James Moriarty had nothing to do, so he came up with a chessboard in the way rich business owners hide money and checks?Judging from Moriarty's personality, there is definitely a conspiracy!

She held up the chessboard that she didn't have time to observe yesterday, and there was a little dust on it, and she could feel the dust on the chessboard flying in the air even when she took a breath.

I didn't succeed yesterday, and I was nervous and explained to him for a long time.It's not what it used to be, and the next day she has the unique ability to solve puzzles again!

Ciri breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed a little disappointed. She seemed to know what a bastard James had done, a little bit disappointed, but more fortunate like the survivors.

She sighed with mixed feelings.

There was a chuckle behind him: "Are you disappointed?"

When Ciri heard the familiar voice, her hairs stood on end for an instant. She turned her head hesitantly, and saw James half leaning on the bookshelf, flipping through a page of the book with his slender and bony hands.

"I'm very disappointed. I just said yesterday. I seem to be a little nervous. I've been staring at the chessboard. Why do I have to look for it again today?" His cold lips moved up and down, "It's been a long time and I haven't found anything else. thing?"

Shirley's heart skipped a beat, could it be that he knew she was rummaging around in his study all along?

"How did you find out?" She asked directly, this time she was really sure that he was not there, besides the sound of moving things downstairs was still ringing.

James chuckled again, as if he thought she was stupid: "It's very simple."

He took the chessboard in Shirley's hand, put it away, and picked up a hair from the page, the love novel that Shirley found very boring.

"Your hair is conspicuous, not to mention your poor camouflage skills," he smiled and shook his head, "No, you can't say that, because you have no camouflage at all."

Ciri frowned slightly, which meant that James had known it for a long time, wasn't he angry?

"Are you not angry?" she asked again.

James laughed, and clamped his curly hair back into the pages, and closed the disgusting low-level romance novel, and Ciri heard the words sharply——

"Because, don't you want to turn over?" He said.

Ciri stared blankly at him, saw James' blue eyes illuminated by the sun and dyed a layer of hazelnut color, revealing sincerity and a smile, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

She froze for a moment, then turned her head, her face was a little red: "Actually, I'm just curious..."

"But you also saw it," James shrugged, with an indifferent attitude on his handsome face. "There are no weird things in my study. They are all books, maps, nautical models, or chess boards. I don't even have a gun in the study."

He propped himself up, the velvet blanket rolled up, and blinked at Ciri who was staring at him.

Ciri pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but James took her hand. He has a pair of typical pampered hands - in order to do precise experiments, but there is still some movement on the edge of the hand to play balls. thick cocoon.

She's supposed to know what it is, Ciri does too, she can fencing and shoot.

"Let's go," James' leather shoes stepped on the carpet, "let's read a little book, a romance novel you don't like."

Ciri was puzzled: "I don't like it."

"Yes," he tapped the cover of the book with his fingers, "but I found that many young ladies like to write stories, don't you like to write novels, you have to learn about the market for a while."

Only then did Ciri understand, and she frowned: "James, actually, I don't really want to write similar novels..." She thought for a while, but she couldn't shake off his kindness: "Okay, let's take a look at similar novels." Novels, I want to see what they wrote?"

James smiled, a smile that sunk a muscle in his cheek, and Ciri had to sigh that, for some reason, she had never noticed how charming James was.

"You might like it."

There were two chairs in his study, and Ciri was a little surprised when he first walked in, because he seemed to be preparing for the sky in advance.

"Sit down," James said, following the tradition of a gentleman in the British Empire, and cleaned up the place where the lady would sit. "Lady first."

Ciri couldn't help but pursed her lips into a smile, and now she felt that reading a novel together was an excellent idea. After James' intoxicating voice, this vulgar and boring love novel might have also intoxicated her.

"Okay, this book is called "The Duchess". I have to admit that love novels like to write about dukes." He joked.

Ciri smiled to save face, although she kept suppressing herself from laughing beside him.

"The only child being a daughter has never bothered Mr. Windhelm Baker," said his voice with a comfortable smoothness, not to mention a musicality. "He cherishes his only treasure so much. When she was nine years old, her father took her to hunt. Mr. Windhelm Baker also found her a tutor in London at that time..."

Ciri curled up on the chair, leaning her elbows on the armrest, staring at him with a pair of emerald green eyes.

She listened fascinatedly, maybe Mr. Windhelm Baker, who loves his daughter, is too pretty like her father.

"...Just like that, 20 years after the birth of the Pearl of the Palm, she has grown into a slim figure with superb painting skills and exquisite music taste. Who can refuse the lady who lives in Baker Manor? She has a beautiful appearance , and the amazing talents of all the ladies, and the only son of Mr. Windhelm Baker, and the well-deserved No. 19 lady who inherits the title of Duke..."

James stopped suddenly, the book on his lap.

Ciri was actually addicted to it, and he interrupted a little puzzled: "What's wrong with you, James?"

"Shirley," he turned his head, staring at her with bright eyes. "Although the girl is of noble birth, I think she is very like you."

Ciri recalled the plot of the novel, "Really?"

"She's already grown up, has superb painting skills and exquisite music taste..." James repeated. "I still remember that long before you were an adult, you had the attitude that everyone noticed."

Ciri was modest, "Ah, don't praise your old friend, James..."

"Getting all the attention," James said, placing his hand on the back of hers again. "including me."

Ciri's heart skipped a beat, and besides the hot redness on her face, she also felt extremely joyful.She rolled her eyes in disbelief, feeling warm physical contact, and seeing James' eyes full of smiles.

Her ears turned red: "I, I don't understand, James..."

James looked at her with a smile, and Ciri became more and more embarrassed, she was too far away from that time.

"'My dear lady, I don't know how to win your heart,'" he continued, "'it is the wish of every gentleman to be favored by a lady as beautiful as you are...'"

Ciri felt that her face was far from being red, but that it seemed to be burning hot like sunspots.

"James, what are you doing?" Ciri couldn't help asking.

James' knees moved, he turned the pages of the book, and his sincere eyes looked over again: "Oh, I'm reading, Ciri, it's all about the contents of the book."

He turned to the next page and read: "'I don't want to refuse you at all, Mr. John, but it is more important for me to choose a husband...''No, miss, don't refuse me, I will Perform my due duties well, whether it is your suitor or future husband, I will regard you as my sweetheart, the only treasure in my life...'"

James' voice was full of seriousness, and Ciri didn't have the confidence to tell him to stop, because one was the content of the novel, and the other was not frivolous for a lady.

"James, well, do you think it's okay for a gentleman to talk to a lady?" she couldn't help asking.

He turned his head and stared sincerely into Ciri's emerald green eyes full of hope.

James closed the book.

"Ciri," his always smooth voice suddenly dried up. "I... I want to say, it's not actually what's in the book."

Ciri's eyes widened.

"It's what I've always wanted to tell you," he said slowly, "Miss, don't refuse me, I will perform my due duties, whether it is your suitor or future husband, I will Treat you as my sweetheart, the only treasure in my life..."

Ciri stared in astonishment. Before that, she hadn't seen any sign of James liking her.

In the Garden of Eden when she was a girl, she always set her sights on more attractive men, and she did something that Ciri hates now—she just recently had a good impression, but she has been ignoring a close friend, Xili Li never noticed his angelic sculpted face, his amazing talents, and all the other things that attracted her.

"But James," Ciri lowered her eyes, feeling unsure of love. "I don't know if I'm qualified to..."

James squeezed her hand tightly, making her feel the strength from his palm even more.

"I've always liked you, Ciri, but you didn't know that?" He asked sarcastically, "You said you were not qualified, but I actually couldn't find anyone more qualified than you, not to mention the past, Just now, you don't think that the care I have been taking care of you for a while is the care of old friends, in fact, I can tell you very clearly—"

"It comes from a man's care for women." He said word by word.

Ciri couldn't help raising her head. What did James like about her? Her down-and-out family background, her youthful flair that was no longer as dazzling as when she was young, and even her shrinking heart now.

However, before he continued to ask for an answer, James just moved forward a little bit, and she made a bold move——

Ciri leaned forward and kissed his moist lips.

James froze for a moment, then hugged her and deepened a kiss that was different from that of a friend. Ciri closed her eyes, and only then did she understand a sentence——

A traveler traveling in the desert felt himself longing for water only when he drank it.

A hungry beggar finds the world worthwhile when he finally gets the delicacies.

But after being called by her lover, she has a new life. In just a short moment, she already felt that the place touched by him was burning, but instead of being angry, great happiness flooded into her mind.

James hugged her.

"Shirley," did you say that James' eyelashes are so cute, "I feel it now, an indescribable, how to put it, maybe it's satisfaction and love for you..."

She curled up in his arms, and she also had a strong desire not to separate from each other, hoping to last forever.

The vanilla masculine smell made her almost unable to think about why James liked her, when exactly, and whether it was etiquette for them to be so intimate...

But Ciri was in his arms, unable to think about anything.

"Shirley, sit alone for a while," his voice suddenly became dry, "I need to be alone for a while."

Shirley turned her head in doubt, and saw that his eyes were flushed, as if he had something to hide. She quickly thought of the contents in the physiology book, and her face turned red.

"You, you go." She said quickly.

Ciri got off him, and James stood up and walked out the door quickly, as if he was about to do something unspeakable.She stayed where she was, her face changed not much better than his just now.

"I can't believe it..." She covered her face and muttered to herself.

When the study room returned to calmness, Ciri was still caught in the hormones and unable to think, and an ambiguous atmosphere was still lingering. She stood up, unable to believe that she was still held in the arms of her sweetheart just now. A happy bird!

She stood on the bookshelf that James had prepared for her again, reminiscing about every word James said to her just now, almost so disturbed that she couldn't find evidence of James' love for her in her memory.

Ciri looked at the bookshelf with eyes full of emotion, thinking, suddenly frowned, and cast his eyes on the chessboard that James had just placed on the side.

The chessboard was just taken out of the painting just now, and it was covered by ashes, but after the panic, the smell of gunpowder smoke from guns could be smelled even more.

Her heart suddenly lifted.

It's an organ!It's a secret!

Curiosity to explore other people's secrets fills the soul.

She is just as damn curious about other people's secrets.

Faced with it, she suddenly had a strange feeling, who taught her?

But the only person who can instill her thoughts is her father.

She doesn't remember how her father taught her.

But she did it anyway.

Ciri almost quickly withdrew the smirk just now, stretched out his hand, exhaled, and twisted the small mechanism on the chessboard——

There is a cockroach on the chessboard.

Like the eccentric James, capricious, fascinating but full of doubts.

He often gets away with various things and disappears without a trace.

Ciri also understood all of a sudden, the sound of tinny metal clashing heard last night had the answer.

Alarm bells were ringing in her heart, and she didn't know how to react now.

Ciri found the loophole in Moriarty's mouth, he said - he didn't even have a gun in his study!

How could there be a smell of gunpowder?He lied!Although he said all the sweet words, he was just trying to cover up his crime!

The maid didn't have an urgent matter at home, but Moriarty killed the maid, right?

She knows Moriarty's secret!Shirley didn't realize it at all. After she discovered a horrible thing, her first thought after she realized it was that she was secretly delighted that she had found his secret. She didn't know why she became such a person.

Not only is she facing a cruel truth, but she is also facing a man who just confessed to her.Even the person she kissed voluntarily was a murderer—unless someone who never showed up could show that she hid in Moriarty's study yesterday and killed the maid.

When one truth is illuminated, other clues follow.

He is a mental patient with multiple personalities - when she found out about this situation, wasn't she almost killed by that split personality?

Sherlock and Mycroft reminded her before that he lied and said that the showgirl was sent to Scotland Yard, but it didn't, did it?Why does she insist on denying the truth?

Also, when they told him to kill the other professors, she dismissed them and even aggressively defended her.

Although she didn't know his modus operandi.

But he's a genius, quite possibly isn't it?

All of a sudden, Ciri turned from "absolutely impossible" to "absolutely him".

Maybe she is more cold-blooded.

Ciri herself was really naive, she didn't think about it at all, not only did she not think he was dangerous, she even fell in love with him.

She is so stupid.

At that moment, she pressed the mechanism on the chessboard again, pretending to be calm.But the sweat on her forehead had exposed the anxious thinking in her mind.

She must stop the expansion of the matter, she pursues justice, and cannot let such people escape the sanctions of the law.But it was James Moriarty, and she couldn't figure out now whether he really loved her.What she understood even more was that she was no match for him in terms of means and IQ, as well as status and financial resources.

She can only rely on gambling. She has insufficient evidence now, and she will not be believed no matter where she goes, and she may be sent directly to a mental hospital for cruel treatment by Moriarty's psychiatric certificate. Don't think about it.

All she wants to bet is that his feelings for her are true.

But she couldn't pretend she didn't know anything, that would be too easy to show flaws, Moriarty was too shrewd.

she has to...

"Sorry, Shirley, I'm back, do you want to go out for a walk?" Moriarty returned to the study, his expression returned to normal, but the moment he saw the chessboard next to Shirley, his smile changed. Disappeared.

Ciri knew from a brief smile that Moriarty must have known that she had opened the mechanism, maybe he was still regretting his carelessness just now!

"Did you see it?" His expression was still the same, definitely not the psychological quality that a simple murderer can possess.

He is like a poisonous snake, and if the prey tries to resist, he will absolutely show his fangs without hesitation.

"□□, James." She pretended to be calm, "I guessed what happened last night."

"Oh, so, what are you going to do?" He smiled and admitted directly, "Who are you going to go to? Will they dare to listen?"

"James, do you think I will leave you because of this?"

She bet he loved her.