[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

To be honest, Shirley wanted to say no.

But this man had a gun in his hand!

Shirley admitted that her impression of Moriarty was somewhat faulty. He had a bad personality when he was a child, but now, after the last reunion, she still feels that he has changed a lot!At least like a normal person.

But now?Although he helped her solve the trouble, but walking around with a gun in the middle of the night, she only felt that the only change in his growing up was that his acting skills had improved and he could pretend to be a normal person.

"Ciri?"

Moriarty saw Ciri standing stupidly at the door with the lamp on, so he reminded him.

Ciri forced a smile, indicating that he still had a gun in his hand.And he immediately put on an apologetic expression of sudden realization, and threw the gun in his hand directly to Ciri.

Ciri didn't think of this operation, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to pick it up, but it missed, and the weapon fell on the stone steps with a crisp sound.

Of course she picked up the pistol/gun immediately and beckoned him to enter the door.She quietly looked at his clothes, trying to guess the purpose of his trip from the high-end custom-made models. A person who dressed so meticulously in the middle of the night must have come prepared, but unfortunately she failed. In this regard, her thinking The operation has never been outstanding.

"What do you want to drink?" Although it is a little inappropriate to ask this sentence at this point.

Moriarty shook his head, "Shirley, I'm here mainly..."

This question is indeed rejected by most people. The main topic is entered relatively quickly, so we can only adapt to the situation.

"What I want to ask is, do you need help?"

Ciri thought of many solutions to different questions, but he didn't expect Moriarty to ask this question.

God, the years sure make you weirder, James.

Do people actually come to your door with a gun and ask if you need help?

Seriously, if he came to seek revenge, Ciri would still understand—painting his face and ordering him to run errands would be a bit much if they counted as "revenge".

But in terms of help, of course she needs it!

She wants to publish her book, she wants to enter the high society, she wants to get her property back, she wants a lot of money, which is not something she can accomplish alone.

If she was in her teens, she would definitely nod without hesitation and tell him, I have been waiting for you for too long.But she's 23, and over the years she's heard "Hey chick, do you need help?" countless times from men who just want to sleep with her.

No matter how much she can't fall to that point.

Well, she couldn't call herself so holy, after all, she occasionally turned to that Mr. Holmes for help.

But it also made her understand long ago that the phrase "do you need help" is relative to giving back something equivalent.

She has nothing left to show.

"No, thank you."

She placed the lantern on the old dining table, and sat down in front of him leisurely, "I think I now have the ability to grasp my current affairs."

I don't know if he made a mistake, but Shirley caught the inadvertent look of contempt in Moriarty's eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Beautiful blue glass beads.

Even if it was an illusion, it was magnified in her heart. She admitted that she was a little bit too protective of her remaining dignity, but it was inevitable that her heart would be as sad as being stabbed.

She took a deep breath and decided to take the initiative, "But I want to talk to you about cooperation."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and chuckled, Ciri took this as encouragement, and redefined the disdain as a mistake, and continued: "I'm planning to write a short story, and the protagonist refers to your image Designed for reference, but I don’t think it’s any different from me—”

Praise first!

Hearing this, Moriarty frowned. His image?When did she understand him so well?

As soon as Shirley saw Moriarty frowning, he hurried to the bedside table and took out his manuscript and handed it to him, saying, "This is the original manuscript, take a look!"

By the light of the fire, Moriarty looked at the somewhat familiar font and read it carefully.Turning to the last page, he had to admit that the writing style was still Ciri's style, and the story was humorous enough. After it was published, it might be Ciri's second chance in life.

However, the hero is also too different from his image, right? !

When did he become so honest...

He glanced at him strangely, expecting to wait for Quahiri, and the words on his lips were abruptly changed to: "This Mr. Detective is good at mathematics, quite similar to me."

"Of course!" Shirley propped his chin with one hand, and said, "You still have a calm mind and sharp thinking. If you become a detective, you will definitely become a world-class famous detective!"

She thought to herself, don't worry about anything else, blow the rainbow fart first!

"This is so similar, such a perfect person, everyone will definitely think of you, but I think this may cause you some trouble."

She rubbed her clothes with her fingers, showing a pitiful look, and flattered: "Jamie, I think this is a win-win method. You are in the limelight. It is a good thing if someone continues to write your biography. When everyone Seeing a well-known mathematician who is also a famous detective who promotes good and eliminates evil will make your future smoother."

Shirley said a lot of nonsense, but overall he was right. Moriarty's name is indeed not bad in Europe, but in London he is only a rising star, and there is nothing wrong with having more aura and admiration.

Seeing that Moriarty hadn't said a word, Ciri could only continue to brag. Of course, Ciri didn't mention anything about the expenses. If you can pay without paying, it's a mutual benefit!

"Ciri, do whatever you want."

Finally, Moriarty nodded under her "hard lobbying", but what Shirley didn't understand was that compared to her, Moriarty was more like a successful person, as if she was very sure that she would come to plead him.

But now the first thought that popped into her mind was - he is easy to talk and quick to predict, Moriarty is really suitable to be a detective!

"But I do ask for payment, Ciri."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shirley wanted to withdraw his evaluation of "easy to talk" in an instant.

"Don't worry, it's not about money. If I ask you for money, it means that all the work I've done has failed." He said with a smile, fiddling with the handle of the lantern with his slender fingers , making a rattling sound.

And it affects the firelight, so that the shadow of the grip is reflected on his fair face with his movements, making it difficult for people to see his real expression clearly.

"Anyway, I'll ask you for it, it's a matter of time," he spat out the rest of the sentence with a louder metal crash, "I'm going back to Oxford at dawn, if you want to see me, you can Come find me in University City."

Ciri smiled. She didn't expect what the reward Moriarty wanted, she really couldn't offer anything, and Moriarty didn't seem to have any male-female meaning for her.. ....

never mind!It's still important to make money now!Maybe he will ask for money by then?

She plans to stop having any contact with him for a while, he will go to his teaching, and she will write her novel, and personally authorize her to be straight now!

When Ciri sent Moriarty away and got into bed again, she remembered one thing, Moriarty's pistol/gun left at her house.

She had this idea before going to bed and dreamed that she was shot by Moriarty because she didn't return her pistol/gun.

Why was the dream of Moriarty always a nightmare, she thought painfully as she went to work the next day?

But what Boss Burns said next left her no time to think——

"you are fired."

Shirley's expression froze, and she immediately asked, "Why? I asked for leave yesterday!"

"Look for yourself! Really, I was going to promote you as a heroine!" Burns threw a tabloid in her face, and the movement was so big that his fat body also shook.

She didn't have time to talk back that she wasn't interested in acting, and quickly unfolded the newspaper with an expression of disbelief.Eyes like emeralds are wide open, and veins are showing in the hand holding the newspaper tightly.

--exclusive!A detective or a murderer?Step into the story behind The Birth of Venus!

"The death of London flower Elsa Nora is bound to be accompanied by the rise of another new star, and the show's screenwriter, Miss Ciri Bird, was promoted to the new leading lady on the opening day of "The Birth of Venus" , its superb acting skills conquered all the audience present.

If so, she herself becomes the newly blooming flower in London, which is what everyone expects and what people want.

But my humble servant pushed through the layers of fog, searched for clues, and finally got Miss Bird's unusual side. The truth is shocking——

Hillary Bird is the only daughter of the famous sea merchant Virgil Bird. Since Mr. Bird died at sea many years ago, Miss Bird has disappeared.

However, Miss Bird did not inherit Mr. Bird's excellent talent for financial management. The property left by the poor Mr. Bird was quickly squandered by her bad habits of playfulness. The Waugh Theater got a mixed job.

But who knows that she is not satisfied with the status quo, and the evil thoughts of replacing Miss Elsa are increasing day by day.We can venture to guess that she inherited her late mother's cruel nature.

Although outside rumors, Elsa died of a romantic suicide.But as far as I know, Miss Bird had an altercation with Miss Elsa a few hours before she committed suicide.And right after the incident, she was able to crack this seemingly flawless case before the Scotland Yard police arrived, which is really puzzling.After all, she hadn't exuded admirable intelligence before.

Is there a reversal behind Miss Elsa's death?Or, all this is the careful layout of Miss Bird, the "famous detective"? "

"This is sheer nonsense!"

who did it?