[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Is this what you made it do?"

She flicked the hem of her skirt, calmly responding to Moriarty's malicious intentions.

And the black Scottish deerhound walked unsteadily to his side, crawled obediently at his feet, and wagged its tail in a gesture of honor.

"How could it be?" He pretended to be surprised and said, "You didn't hurt from the fall, did you?"

Ciri blinked her eyes, seeming to be thinking about the authenticity of his caring inquiry, and then she showed a rather sweet and flawless smile, "I want to eat that box of strawberries now, you Said I could eat it all."

Seeing her innocent appearance, Moriarty laughed secretly in his heart, then nodded, thinking about how to trick her next.

She took the strawberry gift box in Moriarty's hand, took out a large and plump fruit, and chewed it in her mouth. The sweet juice flowed down the tip of her tongue and into her throat, and Ciri sighed contentedly.

"It's a pity." She didn't have the ladylike image required by the society at that time. She pouted, took out another one and stuffed it into her mouth, and asked vaguely, "Don't you like strawberries?"

Moriarty snorted and was shaking his head. When he was about to spit out some weird words, he was caught off guard by Ciri's set of operations——

Shirley directly held the whole strawberry box and buckled it towards Moriarty. Of course he didn't dodge this unexpected action, and his senses were suddenly occupied by fresh strawberries, and he felt that this girl was absolutely Press the box vigorously and push it left and right.

She felt his extreme anger, and he must be too doting to allow him to do evil things to people who visited for the first time without any scruple.

He tried to resist, Ciri stepped onto the leather sofa directly, straddled him and beat him.

All the Moriarty dogs were stunned.

"I gave you strawberries and you let a dog hit me, you little brat, are you crazy!"

What she thought at the time was that their family had moved here, and it was already very friendly and kind to visit first, but the owner had a bad child!

She specializes in treating bad children, and bad children deserve to be beaten!

She can guarantee that she was ruthless at the time, so that when Moriarty didn't resist, she even thought that Scotland Yard would take her away in a while.

Become the No.1 who visits neighbors and beats them to death.

"Hey, are you okay?" She admitted that she was a little flustered, but she still maintained the posture of sitting on him.She poked him and patted his face, and the boy with the strawberry juice still hanging from his eyelashes was next to his eyes, just not moving.

Won't it really—? !

She gasped, it was as if she had been struck by lightning!

Should she... cordon off the crime scene—deal with the body? !

She turned her head in panic and the cowardly Scottish deerhound squatting behind the sofa, which seemed to only be domineering when its owner got the upper hand, was only shivering now - so she should deal with the first witness again.. ....dog? !

At this moment, her neck touched a place of icy skin—the boy under her suddenly straightened up, grabbed her neck with one hand, and pulled her hair towards him with the other hand !

He actually pretended to be dead!

The young Ciri had never seen this kind of move before, she endured the sharp pain in her scalp and continued to wrestle with Moriarty.

"Fullah! Fullah!"

Moriarty yelled loudly, Ciri took the opportunity to grab a strawberry from a place and stuffed it into his mouth, causing him to whimper.

"What's the point of calling someone! It's the same if you call the servant over, I can also call my family, you little bastard—" Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled back by a brute force, Morrie Artie's family hound actually bit her waistband and picked her up, dragging her away from the boy-Fula was actually the dog's name!

However, she quickly grabbed Moriarty's arm and dragged him along the ground!

"Bailey!"

Moriarty changed his name again, and Shirley thought that another dog would come out of nowhere, but this time the door of the living room was opened, and the maid with an indifferent expression came in, and behind him was a dog. Also with Ciri's father, Virgil Byrd.

With the participation of adults, the two fighting children were quickly separated.

"He called the dog to hit me first!" Ciri, who was pulled by Vergil, twisted her body, and wanted to charge towards Moriarty.

And Moriarty unceremoniously spat out a strawberry that had been squeezed by his teeth, but his tone was very calm: "She hit me."

"Dad! He was the first to—"

"Okay, Ciri." Fugil stretched out his hand to hold Ciri's little head, and stroked her little curly hair, which made her calm down instantly, and she was no longer as domineering as before, "Did you hurt James? Then go and apologize to him."

Ciri struggled for a moment, but was pushed out by her father again. Seeing the slight redness and swelling on Moriarty's cheeks, she could only say sorry angrily.

Moriarty's "Ah" dragged on for a long time, and then he was silent for a few seconds. It could be seen that he was thinking about it, and then he said: "It was my fault first. Shirley, I like you very much." , I will also come to my house to play in the future."

This is completely an imperative sentence, Shirley snorted coldly in his heart, but said on his mouth: "Okay, then we will be good friends from now on."

"Since the children have apologized to each other and know each other, I believe they will become good friends." Fugil said to the maid with a smile, but the maid named Bailey just nodded coldly. sent them away.

"He's really a little bastard, I don't like him." Ciri complained to his father as they walked, "If I hadn't hurt him, I would never apologize."

"Oh, he's the first friend you made here." Virgil took Ciri's hand and said, "You never have too many friends, and you also called back. I have to say, my little The girl is very accurate!"

Shirley smiled softly, gesturing for punching, but she suddenly remembered something, and suddenly frowning, she pouted and said, "I wasted a big box of strawberries because of him."

"There are still a lot at home!" Fugil picked up little Ciri and made her turn her feet off the ground several times, "Go home! Ciri!"

Her father's pampering slowly freezes into an eternal smiling face as she circles around, and finally there seems to be a drop of water swaying in it, rippling regularly, ending her memory.

Originally, it was just reminiscing about her unusual first encounter with Moriarty, but instead she thought of her father.

At this time, Moriarty was picking up his coat from the hanger, his childhood temperament was completely lost on him, but his beautiful facial features still proved that he was still the insidious kid himself.

Alas, how much time has changed them?

"It's not dinner time, but we can take a walk in the school first, and then go to the cafeteria," he now put on a dark brown coat and straighten his collar, "you'd better invite me tonight, Ciri, anyway you Invite me to dinner, too."

Ciri really wanted to roll his eyes at him and say that he didn't have that much money, but things turned and Moriarty was the biggest now.

Oxford Christ Church College has a long history, and the students here are not ordinary people.She looked at him, thinking that it would be difficult to tell from the appearance of a public school student that he had written papers that could surpass the thinking of modern people.In the past, she just thought that this kid's brain was very good, especially as her calculator, it was quite easy to use.

"How long are you staying at Oxford?"

Moriarty walked quickly, holding on to the handrail of the stairs, tapping his fingers one by one. He lowered his head slightly, his gaze was upward, and the other hand briefly fiddled with his bangs. The soft black hair followed his fingers. His movements were floating, and he opened his mouth seemingly casually.

"I didn't think about it." Ciri blurted out, "Maybe I won't be here for long. I prepared a small interview so that I can recreate the image of Mr. Murray. I guess I'll go back tomorrow."

There was another moriarty's drawl, and then he said slowly, "Is one interview enough?"

"The characters overlap too much with real people, so it's hard to arouse interest, Moriarty." Ciri said frankly, "You have to know that my readers are not proficient in academics, and are not interested in how asteroids fly in the universe. They just want a thrilling story, preferably with a little romance in it."

"Let's be honest, Ciri." Moriarty put his hands in his pockets and exhaled, "You won't come to me again because of the character image."

She bit her lip, seeming to be having a very tangled thought collision, and finally, she confessed: "Let me be honest, you and I are not real detectives after all, but I am writing this type of novel again, and I just want to write something different." Same, I want to discuss with you, this must be said in person, I want to write about the Bedford incident that year."

Moriarty's face darkened when he heard the word "Bedford" and said, "Why are you talking about it? Ciri."

"That was a kidnapping case..." Ciri softened her tone. The reason why she drove to Oxford to find Moriarty was because of the Bedford incident.

This is a case that has been dusted, and it was solved by Moriarty as a child.At that time, they were awarded the Best Young Talent Child Actor Award by the police in their hometown.

As long as Moriarty recounts it to her, isn't it also a good writing material?

At this time, a boy who was about the same age as Moriarty passed by them and greeted him.

Moriarty smiled and nodded at him, then turned his head to face her, with a straight face again: "It's not a simple kidnapping case, Shirley, don't think of Bedford, You will destroy yourself."

"Well, I'm sorry, but—"

Suddenly, an exclamation came from not far away, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Ciri turned to the man who was yelling, not knowing whom he was reminding.

It was Moriarty who was the first to react. Before the black spot in the sky fell to the ground, he reached out and hugged Ciri in his arms and threw himself forward, rolling around on the ground. He tried his best to protect it with one arm. her head.

But her heart was about to jump out—

Where they were standing, there was a bloody corpse.

fell from this building.

He wore an exaggerated white wig from the last century, his face was painted with pale powder, his limbs were twisted weirdly because he hit the ground, and now they were almost covered in scarlet blood, which was extremely terrifying.

"Look, the material you want is here."

Moriarty was not afraid. After calmly checking whether she was injured, he stretched out his fingers to pinch her chin in a wicked way, forcing her to look at the corpse not far away.

That's not what she meant!