[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

The truth is often the hardest to accept.

"Don't try to slander my father."

She digested for a few minutes before speaking slowly.

"Yes, I like your steadfastness."

"According to what you said just now, I also need evidence." Ciri hinted in her heart not to believe Moriarty's words, but this man had already completely controlled her thoughts, and his momentum was completely overwhelming.

"I can say this with full confidence, it depends on whether you can accept it—" Moriarty changed to a posture with his hands folded over his chest, and looked at her leisurely, making her bewildered. Take a closer look, "As far as I know, your father does everything, clothing, food and even arms, especially the most famous in terms of arms. This is his most external thing, and it is also an excuse to resist the rumors from the outside world. It's really good to hide some evils under it, but unfortunately, he met me. Although I am not a righteous person, I only hate the church. I don't have excellent skills and rely on swindling and abduction to gain a foothold , The brainwashed crowd is swarming like zombies, it is disgusting."

"To put it bluntly, you are still talking nonsense." Ciri's heart was pounding, it was anger, or fear.

"Xi Li, I have you. You will be my most favorable evidence." Moriarty took a step forward and was about to grab Shirley's hand, but was immediately patted aside by the latter and questioned him: " I'm just this to you, isn't it?"

Moriarty raised his thick eyebrows, but did not answer.

She already had the answer in her heart just now, but she was still lying to herself before she was forced to say it and before she saw Moriarty's reply.

Now, her heart is completely broken, and the image of the gentle father in her memory has also been attacked and collapsed by a little suspicion, and the man she is attached to has completely changed. He ran back to the guest room where he was arranged to stay.

She lay on the table, weeping softly.

When she came to her senses, it was already sunset, and no one had looked for her during the period.She raised her red and swollen eyelids and looked at her unfinished manuscript, thinking a lot.

Should she continue to complete this work?

Just as she was so entangled, the door of the guest room was knocked three times, and the newly replaced maid brought dinner, and she said: "Mr. said that if you don't want to see him for a while, you can rest in the room. If there is anything, you can shake it." Just let Ling Dang find me, of course you are also welcome to find him, he is always there."

This is always there, making her even more silent.She thinks that she is more like being under house arrest, and when she truly surrenders to him, she can be accepted by him.

She doesn't want to do this!If he was really the biggest criminal behind the scenes in this city of London, then it would be difficult for her alone to shake his position, but what about... Sherlock Holmes? !

That's right, both Sherlock and her "nemesis" Mycroft have been targeting Moriarty—how stupid she was to defend him in every possible way!Now I am in danger...

How should she communicate with Holmes?Based on what he knew about Moriarty, he would definitely keep her under strict surveillance—that's right!Although it was a sad truth, she had to admit that Moriarty didn't care about her novel at all. She was going to revise it again and get Sherlock Holmes' attention. Possibly escaped from Moriarty—her father was dead anyway, the past was past...

With such crazy and dark thoughts in mind, Ciri devoted herself to writing again.

Until... The Last Case.

【Mr. Murray has been in a very bad mood recently, he is a little too nervous, even his somewhat dull assistant Laura has noticed it.Looking at Mr. Murray who was getting thinner day by day, she felt uncomfortable—after all, after going through all kinds of strange cases, they had a tacit understanding. Maybe his assistant lady would know what to do with just a look from Morrie.

Fortunately, Mr. Murray thought that going out for a trip was a good way to relieve his bad mood. He invited Miss Laura to go to Europe for a few days, which made Laura very happy. She had already stayed in this dreary asymmetrical house too much. After a long time, traveling far away is very beneficial for increasing knowledge.

But Morrie didn't tell her the specific address, which made Laura very strange. Although she hadn't experienced a complete case-solving experience alone, this kind of aimless trip made her feel that Mr. Morrie was avoiding something. .

Although this doesn't sound like a compliment to him, she has to admit that he has always been like a seasoned spider, always investigating a case, setting up layers of protection, and finally slowly waiting until the suspect falls into the net. The brightest place.

But who was it that allowed him to escape to Europe this time?

Three days later, they officially got on the train, and so far it has been very smooth.Miss Laura bought a morning paper and heard that someone had set fire to an apartment in Baker Street, but the suspect had been arrested.

"London is really not peaceful these days." Morrie sighed, and while carrying the suitcase, he pulled Laura into a carriage.

This European tour begins.

Laura and Maury arrived in Brussels that night, and he took her to visit the ancient battlefield of Waterloo, sitting on the ruins and looking at the stars. At this time, he looked at her very lonely, but he didn't say a word in the end.On the third day, when their train arrived in Strasbourg, Mr. Murray received a telegram. Laura thought that this telegram even had something to do with his name, otherwise he would not have changed his face slightly. As pale as it is now, it is even close to morbid.

"My detective career may be coming to an end, Laura." He groaned, grabbing Laura's hand, "but I have one last fight, and I'm going to win it, and I won't give in."

He's never been more of a hero than he is right now.But Laura knew that her detective reminiscences were drawing to a close, too.

On May [-]rd, they arrived in the small town of Mairingen and stayed at the English Hotel. The boss was a fat man with a smart mind. Laura liked to drink with him, but she always felt that today was not so suitable——Morrie said to be alone Go see the falls.

This is very strange, Laura thought.

But Morrie was calm and calm, giving people the aura of winning, and Laura didn't stop them. They agreed to meet in the evening, but Laura didn't expect that this would be the last conversation between them.

After all, she still couldn't let go, and went to the waterfall to find him in advance, but saw a thrilling scene——

Morrie was wrestling with his ultimate nemesis on the edge of a waterfall, Morrie had a good waist, he had studied martial arts, but he was evenly matched with the man, and in the midst of this life-and-death struggle, Laura remembered that she was hiding in her dress pistol/gun, a gift from Morrie to her—

"Shoot! Laura! Kill him! Come with me!" Morrie shouted distractedly, giving Laura his final order.

Laura's marksmanship is very good, even at such a long distance, she can definitely hit the opponent.

"Shoot!" Morrie urged again, they had already approached the corner of the cliff.

Laura's hands trembled, and she pulled the trigger under the urging of her inner voice.

Someone fell. 】

Three months later, Ciri gained a lot of fame by relying on this last case, and successfully got her property back. No matter what the public guessed, whether Moriarty and Laura had feelings for each other, and who did Laura hit in the end? Shirley didn't give a positive answer, but just refuted the rumor - Mr. Murray was not Professor Moriarty who died unexpectedly.

"Please tell those media not to bother me." Ciri sighed, "They are looking for me tirelessly, as if I'm hiding something."

"Hmm..." Mycroft thought for a while, and answered the question casually: "You have become so much."

"So can this be done for me?" Ciri blinked. "You know, after that kind of thing, I can't stay the same, can I?"

"That's right," said Mycroft, pushing down the brim of his hat. "Good luck, Ciri."

Ciri didn't reply, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, on the streets of London, a newsboy ran up to her and stuffed a letter into her hand.

She opened the letter and was startled——

"I will be born again from hell, will your bullet be afraid?"

The author has something to say: the story ends here, and it is an open ending, because they are no longer their childhood, they can only love each other and kill each other.