[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

The TheaterRoyalDruryLane in London's West End is a very legendary theater, both in appearance and interior decoration are very luxurious.With the words of the royal family, the VIP box is naturally reserved for the royal family, so it is also the favorite place for the upper-class nobles.

TheaterRoyalDruryLane has been destroyed by fire, and this magnificent appearance is exactly what it looks like after it has undergone reconstruction.

Cynthia has been here several times with her family and enjoyed several classic plays.But she never expected that when she came here again, she would be tied up. Cynthia's hands were tied behind her back on the chair, and the black cloth on her head was taken off by those people after entering.

To be honest, she didn't know how things would develop like this, she was still in the dormitory just a second ago.Could it be that this group of people entered the school as if they were in no one's land, not to mention that they could break into the dormitory casually.

As soon as this idea came out, Cynthia's back began to feel cold.Who are these people, and what is the purpose of the people behind them?

Cynthia's blue eyes swept over the two lines of people standing upright on either side, who were not looking at her with their hands behind their backs.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart, raised her chin slightly and said calmly: "General kidnappers hide people in unknown places, warehouses in the suburbs. You are special, hiding in theaters?"

The ground here is full of dust, and the only footprints are those stepped on by these people. There is no Cynthia's because she was carried in.At first glance, no one would come to this place at ordinary times, and it was probably abandoned, but even so.

Soon it will be a regular program of the theater every night. Although the Royal Drury Lane is not crowded at this time, it can be called either rich or expensive.

What is the candidate behind here trying to tear up votes in front of those dignitaries?This acting desire is too much. When it comes to acting desire, Cynthia thinks of a big villain.

She tentatively asked, "Could it be Professor Moritia?"

The burly man closest to Cynthia was the one who carried her in and glanced at her when he heard the name.Seemingly surprised that a person who had never been on their list knew his name, Cynthia understood it at a glance, it was really a professor.

She, Cynthia, felt that she was really honored. It was not enough to meet Holmes Watson, and she was tied up by the professor.In the era when there is no lottery, when she goes back, she can buy a few tickets for betting on the horse race, and maybe she will win.

The premise is that she can get out alive. If Cynthia remembers correctly, all the people the professor targeted are dead except Holmes.

No matter what Cynthia said next, those people didn't respond at all.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps clearly appeared outside the door, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air. The two rows of people seemed more nervous than Cynthia.

Cynthia complained that even her subordinates were afraid of Moritia, let alone her.If she didn't look up at the professor's face after a while, wouldn't she be silenced?

Before Cynthia lowered her head, the big boss appeared.There was no one following behind him, and the first thing he did when he stopped was to wave his hands to let those little ones leave.

If there is a difference between Sherlock and Mr. Holmes in the original book, then this professor is not quite what Cynthia imagined.He is not tall, not too greasy, and he is indeed academically dressed.

If Moritia walked in the university, others would never think that he had another identity.He walked up to Cynthia, bent down to look at Cynthia and asked very gentlemanly: "Can I sit down?"

Cynthia choked, if she hadn't been tied up, she would have thought she had invited him to be a guest.

"Of course, you can sit however you want, Professor Moritia."

Moritia smiled gently and moved a chair opposite Cynthia.He is much better at disguising than Sherlock, at least he has never missed the person he wants to deceive.

"Oh, I forgot I haven't untied you yet."

Moritia hooked her middle finger, and a person came from behind and easily untied the rope from Cynthia's hand.

Cynthia's hands were tied for a long time, and her blood stopped flowing.She rubbed her wrists, the witty energy she had just now dissipated and she dared not say anything, for fear that the big boss would give her a wooden warehouse if she disagreed with him.

Moritia sat down on the chair that was about to fall apart, "Do you know why you are here?"

Could it be that I failed in high math and you tied me up to make up lessons?

Cynthia smiled dryly, "I don't know, can you explain to me?"

Moritia shook his head in disappointment. He thought the woman who had a relationship with Holmes would be so special.

It turned out to be an ordinary person, which is a pity.Someone like Sherlock Holmes would actually have something to do with her, why don't we kill her today?

Moritia tapped his temples with his index and middle fingers together, and this idea turned in his mind.But then I thought about it, the characters hadn't arrived yet, and the drama hadn't even started yet.

Cynthia tentatively asked, "Are you waiting for Mr. Holmes?"

Moritia didn't deny it either, he reached into his arms and searched but couldn't find it.In retrospect, he seems to have left something in the car.

The smile on his face faded in an instant, and Cynthia held her breath when she saw that his expression was wrong, not daring to make a sound.

Sure enough, the next moment, Moritia kicked the chair away, "How could I forget it! How could I forget to bring it, this is not in line with my admirable character."

Cynthia twitched the corners of her mouth, don't mention perfection, how can you be so troublesome.The rope on her wrist was untied, but the rope on her feet was still tied tightly, so she couldn't run even if she wanted to.

And just as her foot took a step back, a bullet hit her foot.All right, Cynthia gave up and waited for Sherlock to rescue her, hoping he could find a place soon.

Sherlock on the other side did receive the news, but it wasn't about Cynthia, but about the lives of everyone in Royal Drury Lane.Not long after this news was delivered to Sherlock, Mycroft arrived at 221b Baker Street.

He was silent for a few seconds, and finally spoke with great difficulty under Sherlock's impatient eyes: "I just received news that the crown prince and prince are also in the theater."

Sherlock folded his hands on his knees, and the royal government must be involved.He has always disliked cases without initiative, and this time the rhythm was completely controlled by the person behind him.

Mycroft waited for Sherlock with a black umbrella, and saw that he didn't want to get up and knocked on the ground, "Sitting here won't save them, the message specified that you should go there."

Watson, who was brought here by McCoff's people, didn't know anything about the current situation, but it was the first time that McCoff had known him so seriously for so long.

After all, Mycroft, who claims to be smarter than Sherlock, has always handled things with confidence.

At this point in time, TheaterRoyalDruryLane is performing Shakespeare's classic play "King Lear", rushing in to save people is definitely not as fast as the gangsters opening the wooden warehouse.

The man who has been hiding at the end of London's criminal world will not give them a chance to rescue those important people, but can only face his problems head-on.

"What's his name again?"

Mycroft said in a deep voice, "James Moritia."

The second hand of the clock on the wall was ticking, and Mycroft glanced sideways at the clock all night, and his patience would be exhausted.Wait another 5 minutes, and if Sherlock doesn't move his position, he will have someone carry Sherlock to the theater.

Sherlock only made Mycroft wait for 1 minute, but instead of letting Watson follow him, he said a word to him.

After listening, Watson nodded, turned around and left 221b first.Mycroft's people outside the door didn't stop him, and they followed after Sherlock got into the car.

Moritia over there also received the news that Holmes had set off. He tilted his head and gave a strange smile.The subordinates couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and they became more and more trembling.

Cynthia sighed, the quality of these thugs is not as good as hers, why do they look more scared than her.

The rescuers were already on their way, and Cynthia was half relieved.Don't ask why it's half, after all, she doesn't appear in the book, in case Sherlock doesn't save her in time.

After seeing the familiar notebook in Moritia's hand, Cynthia stood up uncontrollably.Her bound feet couldn't move, and she almost tripped and fell to the bottom. Her hands were propped on the ground, and she felt a burning pain.

Moritia admired her embarrassment, and he smiled even more happily, shaking the notebook in his hand.

"It seems that this is very important, so I can't give it to you."

Cynthia knew what a mess her notes looked like, a normal person would treat it as scribbles.But neither Moritia nor Sherlock is normal, and their first reaction to this must be the password.

"I've tried all the patterns, and the letters in this one can't even form a sentence. I'm curious what you wrote?"

Moritia was initially annoyed to hear that the train kidnapping hadn't been completed because of Holmes' sudden intervention.He wasn't very interested in the luggage brought by his subordinates. He didn't become interested until his subordinates mentioned this strange notebook.

Unexpectedly, after reading it for two days, he still didn't know what was written in it.Except for the numbers and the pictures that can't be seen, the letters and the horizontal and vertical lines have not been deciphered.

Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, her pinyin mixed with strokes was correct.She can also laugh for a while about the password book that can make Moritia helpless, but she is not at ease after all if the book is not in her hands.

Moritia obviously saw Cynthia's little complacency from her expression, and he clicked his tongue.Suddenly he raised the notebook above his head, and there was a sound of a wooden warehouse sound, and a hole was pierced through the middle of the notebook.

What he can't get, can't exist in this world completely.

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