[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

If it was in the brainstorming session, Ciri had a very high opinion of Mycroft.

In other respects, Mycroft and Ciri could be said to be completely at odds.

Ciri is a lively person, and if something piques her interest, she can keep moving like a motor.Even when writing, she has to maintain the bad habit of biting her fingers.But Mycroft was quite different. He was lazy by nature, he didn't like to socialize, and he would never touch anything he could not do, and he even found it troublesome to say a word.

This is also the main reason for their breakup.

She glanced at the clock in the hall, quickened her pace, and walked into one of the cabins in the building.

"Long time no see." Ciri took off her lady hat and put it aside, looking directly at the crowd passing by on Pall Mall Street. "I thought you were going to lose weight."

The man she was pointing to walked over slowly, took the seat next to her, and followed her gaze into the street.His figure is a little fat, but fortunately he is tall and straight, so his lack of figure can be ignored.

His face is well-defined, fresh and handsome, with a pair of light gray eyes sparkling, and his light-colored thin lips curled up in an arc, as if expressing his helplessness, "You are still as lively as ever, Ciri. But by the way Mention, I'm surprised to see you're still alive."

"Yeah," Ciri covered the tooth marks on his other finger with his palm, "so far he hasn't starved to death."

"It's a pity."

Ciri grinned, showing a cheap expression of "I'm sorry to disappoint you", and continued: "Okay, that's all for the small talk, I'm here to talk to you this time about something serious."

It was possible that only Ciri and Mycroft were able to treat each other's ambiguity as a greeting.However, looking at Mycroft's calm expression, it seemed that their way of getting along was like this. He twisted his body and put one leg on top of the other, waiting for Ciri's next words.

"George Wickham is in London."

She picked up the teapot and poured Mycroft a cup of tea, and told him what had happened this morning, and described in a vivid way how she had threatened Wickham.

"Are you using me to scare others again?" He couldn't hold the teacup in his hand. When he was a child, Ciri was still a local snake who was good at disguising, and he dominated the side in their hometown with his bad temper and tough work style.But anyway, she still looks like a good girl in front of adults.

Now he completely let himself go, and finally became a real hooligan.Although he knew that Wickham was not a good person.

"It's not a threat this time, it's real." Ciri's eyes met his, "Do me a favor and don't let him into London anytime soon."

What if he couldn't get any money from him and went to other publishing houses to spread rumors and suppress her?Public opinion is terrible, and Ciri didn't want to make any mistakes during the release period of the new work.

After finally having an ideal work, she can't let anyone disturb the situation.

"I'm in the bottom job, and you think too highly of me, Ciri." Mycroft said slowly, taking a sip of his tea.

"Oh, I knew you would say that." Ciri was not defeated by his tactful refusal, but put on a contrived expression, "Looking at our close past..."

"At that time, I was ten years old and you were eight years old. It was indeed worthy of intimacy." Mycroft smirked unmoved.

"That's a peaceful breakup!" Ciri spread her hands, "We're still friends!"

"Do you need me to find out the book you wrote for me and show you what you said?" Now he didn't even have a smirk, and the corners of his lips curved into a mocking arc.

"Are you still keeping it?" Shirley was even more heartless, but she changed her rhetoric and poured him another cup of tea respectfully——

"Please, Mike."

She swore the voice was so sweet that she would die before she disgusted him to death.

However, super useful.

Satisfied, she walked out of the gate of the Diogenes Club, hailed a carriage, and drove home.

When she got home, she couldn't hold her spirit anymore. She hadn't closed her eyes for 24 hours, and she didn't even change her house clothes.

She had a strange dream.

In fact, the front is quite good. Her work was successfully published in the newspaper and received numerous applause. Fans broke through the publishing house to see her. What a dreamlike life!

It's a pity that it fell apart a little later. For example, I don't know who leaked her home address. It's okay for fans to talk about it.

It was Moriarty who found it!

It is said that Shirley has to pay him the copyright fee for writing according to his mold.He smiled and took out the bill from his pocket.Shirley's eyes were staring straight, because the bill was really unreasonable!

How could he manage to pocket bills that were several times higher than others?

"Mr. Moriarty, I don't think the copyright fee is enough to write such a long bill?!" She couldn't help it, and if she dragged it on, she would swallow the paper for a show!

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not just the copyright fee, the travel expenses I came to find you, the compensation for skipping work, and the mental damage fee, and you didn't inform in advance—"

"Jamie-"

In the dream, she repeated her old tricks. Who would have thought that Moriarty would follow the trend, grab her shoulders and pull him into his domain, telling her word by word——

"In, here, sign, word."

It was like the feeling of suffocation when she was smothered by math homework when she was a child.

"If you want me to give you so much money, give up!"

Ciri yelled, trying to get out of his confinement, but the more he struggled, the more strangely entangled he was with Moriarty, and the deeper he sank.

She felt herself soaring into the air, weightless, distorted, deformed, the dimension was changed, everything was burning, Moriarty turned into a monster whose face could not be seen clearly, and he opened his big mouth, engraved with The mathematical formula and those unnamed asteroids in the universe swallowed her.

All of a sudden, all the strange feelings disappeared, and she was falling rapidly, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Ouch!"

She was thrown dizzy, and her brain stopped for a few seconds before she realized that she had a nightmare, and Moriarty in the dream should be her quilt.

She slept dishonestly and put a quilt over her head.

She looked out of the dark window, thinking that she could sleep for a while.

But when she just climbed into bed, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

The person came with a lot of strength, and her room was small, so it made a terrible noise in the middle of the night.

Wouldn't it be a dream come true? !Isn't her manuscript published yet? !Did she sleep for days? !

She didn't want to talk about it at first, but the voice sounded like she didn't give up, it kept going on and on.She could only stand up, light a lantern, hide the dagger behind her back with the other hand, and walk lightly to the door.

She peeped out through the cat's eyes with the faint firelight.

The visitor came with a greasy hair and a face, but his hair was messy and he looked anxious.

Ciri rolled her eyes, damn Wickham.

She opened the door, stretched out a dagger directly between the two of them, and said in an exasperated tone, "How do you know my address?"

"Don't worry about Shirley, I have something important to do." He forced a smile, "Lend me three hundred pounds."

"Do you believe that I chopped you off with a knife?" Shirley heard his lion open his mouth, his head buzzing with anger, "What face do you have to ask me for money again?"

"What can I do! Who knows if someone came to me this afternoon and said there was something wrong with my papers? Said I was forged! And paid a fine! I'm going back to Derbyshire tomorrow! Don't have a good time tonight ?!" He looked Ciri up and down, and said contemptuously: "You can't really ask someone to do it, can you? Don't think that you can pretend to be a government employee! Give me back my money!"

——I didn't expect Mycroft to be so efficient!It's just that Wickham is too shameless!

"Hurry up, I have to pay back the money!" He urged.

Ciri rolled her eyes again, and was about to close the door, she thought, don't worry about the cowardly Wickham, just let him keep knocking, it's not a good thing to wake up anyone on this street of.

But just as she was moving her hand, another strong rough palm pressed against the door, and then she saw a big face with Chinese characters, and said to her aggressively: "Are you this kid's relative? He We owed [-] pounds in the casino, and he told us to come to you!"

With his eyes, he pointed to another scarred face who was slightly shorter than him in the dark, and a bearded man smoking a cigarette farther away. The bearded man was yelling at a hunchbacked man far away.Scarface nodded, indicating that it was true.

Xili was so angry that he couldn't close the door with all his strength, so he could only say loudly: "I have nothing to do with this man! He has a debt and a debt! Let him pay the money he owes himself!"

"This kid doesn't have a penis in his trousers. He brought us here to see you. Do you want us to make this trip in vain?" Scarface's voice was sharp, "It looks like you're doing well, we I don't want to embarrass a lady, and we don't want interest, so hurry up and pay!"

"What's none of my business?!" Ciri gritted her teeth. The clothes she's wearing now belonged to her a few years ago, and even her mother's. Her money is only enough for her own basic life!Why should she pay for Wickham?

"Okay, hurry up and take out all your dowry, Ciri!" Wickham urged, "I'll send you the money and return it to you when I get home! It's not like I don't really have no money!"

"I—" She has learned fencing since she was a child, and has dueled countless boys, big and small. If it wasn't for her turning point, she would have the heart to die with them.

"Who are you?" The bearded man standing aside suddenly spoke, but he didn't speak to any of them, but to a young man who suddenly appeared around them.The bearded man took a puff of his cigarette, and unceremoniously blew it into the man's face, "Are you here to help them pay off their debts? Why don't you just get lost, don't pretend to be a hero here!"

"Of course." Ciri recognized that the voice belonged to Moriarty, and was even more puzzled.Was her dream really a prophetic dream?Leaving aside how he got here, there were five of them, didn't any of them notice his footsteps?Also, hasn't he returned to Oxford?

However, he didn't feel any fear or wavering, instead he was extremely calm. He casually put his hand out of his side pocket, and just when Ciri thought he wouldn't really have to dig out a stack of bills, he took out a pistol/gun, A cold metallic glint illuminated by fire in the dark.

"What are you going to do now?" He raised his gun and slowly swept across the faces of several people.

"Damn it, run!" The bearded man gasped and ran away without looking back. The other two men also looked at each other and fled together.

"I have no money! They came to collect debts just now! Really! I have no money! My family is not here! I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!" He raised his hands over his head and ran out of the street, and Mo Riati snapped the hammer blankly and fired at Wickham.

Boom.

Ciri didn't know whether to say she was scared or happy.Probably because of a careful aim, the bullet only slightly grazed his calf. Wickham screamed and fell to the ground, then staggered up and continued to run away with a limp.

"Can we talk?" Moriarty turned to Ciri, docile as a lamb.