[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

The air in London is really not good, especially in the cold winter.The demand for coal was higher throughout the city, causing the sky to be filled with black smoke.

Moriarty waited on the rooftop for a while, almost suspecting that if Holmes didn't come again, he was going to use this kind of air to smother him to death.

At this time, it would be too pretentious to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and cover his mouth and nose. Moriarty could only bear it silently.

Finally, the door to the roof was opened by another person.

"You came too fast, I waited for half an hour! Do you know how much my consulting fee is?"

Sherlock stared straight ahead, although the black smoke made it impossible for him to see anything, "It shouldn't be much money, after all, a manservant can pay for poison."

Moriarty approached Sherlock, "Maybe the buyer is someone else, but it's not that person who did it."

Sherlock recalled the details of the viscount's case, and the one who could afford the money and get the servants to do it was probably the viscountess.

Thinking of that case, Sherlock couldn't help recalling how Cynthia argued for the Viscountess.It's a pity that the truth is sometimes so cruel, and she still believes in human nature too much after all.

After several months, the manservant would have told the truth if he wanted to turn his back on the water. The Viscountess and Moriarty had perfectly removed themselves from the case.

"I thought you were different from others, but the result disappointed me. You still easily fell into the trap. After defeating you, my enemies in the future will still be those stupid ordinary people, not challenging at all."

Moriarty raised his feet and stood on the steps of the roof, and if he took a step forward, he would fall down.But there was no trace of fear on his face, as if death was as normal to him as drinking water.

"Before the project started, I had a few words with your girl. The kidnapping seemed to make her very afraid of me. What to do, I like this kind of fear."

Moriarty spread his arms and closed his eyes.He seems to enjoy the feeling of being tottering against the wind, dangerous and charming.

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see it from her face in the future, if you choose wrong today."

When Sherlock heard this, his eyes fluctuated.He thought it was just a duel between the two of them, and no one else should be involved.

But it was obvious that Moriarty was not this kind of person, "So for the happy ending of the story, and for the lives of your friends. Jump off, Holmes."

Sherlock felt that Moriarty's expression was an eyesore, and he grabbed Moriarty's collar.

"Cynthia, John."

"more than."

"Mrs. Hudson."

"The answer is correct, and..."

"Lestrade."

Only then did Moriarty make a correct gesture, "Exactly, if my people don't see you jump down. They will each have a bullet and go to see God in advance."

At the same time, Cynthia failed to get any news from Sherlock and the others. She sat in the study and looked out the window, which was obviously a very normal scene.

Cynthia could see the sense of crisis, no, she still wanted to go to London.

"I always thought something was going to happen. Daddy, I want to go to London."

Robert, who was buried in his work documents, looked up at his fidgeting daughter.

He pressed the bridge of his nose: "Cynthia, the truth will always be known. If that Moriarty is really as vicious as you said, Cora and I are not at ease if you rush to London like this."

"If he really wants to kill someone, it doesn't matter if I don't go to London. Father, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson have helped me many times in London. Under such circumstances, can I stand by indifferently?"

Seeing that his daughter was so persistent, Robert really had no way to refuse her.

"Then bring a few more people with you. Carson, arrange a few people to protect the safety of the lady, and bring the lady back after the matter is over."

Gwen didn't need Cynthia to tell her, she had already packed her into the simple luggage.Carson also arranged for a driver and several tall and strong servants, and Cynthia hurried to London with these people.

In a place she didn't see, there was a sniper holding a wooden warehouse and aiming at her.Even though Cynthia got on the train and came to Baker Street, the sniper never let go.

Until the signal that Moriarty said appeared, the two snipers gathered on Baker Street at the same time signaled to each other and retreated together.

When Cynthia arrived at Baker Street, there was only Mrs. Hudson left on Baker Street.She was looking for someone to repair the house, and she was very surprised to see Cynthia appear.

"You just arrived in London? Did you read the news in the newspaper? It's okay. Sherlock will always take care of those policemen. We all know he is a good man. But if you come here at this time, I'm afraid he is too busy to see you. .”

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Hudson also casually mentioned: "Speaking of which, just now Watson ran in in a hurry, and ran out when he saw that I was safe and sound. The two of them rarely stay quietly. At home."

Cynthia's heart vibrated. Watson left Sherlock at this time. He must have felt that there was a more urgent situation, or that someone was deliberately trying to distract him.Regardless of whether this person is Sherlock or Moriarty, they may have met by now.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you know where they went?"

Mrs. Hudson, who was helping to hand over the tools, shook her head, "In the story, I only have the role of sending the client up. How can I know their whereabouts."

Just when Cynthia turned to ask McCoff, a homeless child ran into 221b Baker Street.

"Mr. Holmes jumped off the stairs! Now he has been sent to Butts Hospital, and Dr. Watson has also followed him. He asked me to inform you, please call."

He didn't expect that there was another good-looking lady besides Mrs. Hudson, and after a hasty glance at her, he finished the arranged lines.

Mrs. Hudson put her hands over her mouth in panic, and kept saying God, what's going on.

When Cynthia heard the news, she was unstable and almost fell down. Fortunately, Gwen quickly supported her.Being flustered was only the first reaction, and Cynthia quickly figured out that all conclusions were false before seeing the corpse.

It's not that Holmes hasn't used death-deception tricks before, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow when the news subsides.When those people calm down, he will reappear in people's sight.

With this expectation, Cynthia came to Butts Hospital.As a result, what she got was not the information that she was being rescued but the cold morgue.

Lestrade was afraid that Mrs. Hudson would not be able to bear it, so he supported her first and said, "He died on the spot. Moriarty shot himself on the roof. Both of them are below now, and they are very tragic." No, don't go to see it. Wait until the funeral?"

The blood had faded from Cynthia's face, and her fingers in the glove were bluish-white from the strain.

"I, I want to see him."

Lestrade wanted to persuade her again. A little girl would be left with a terrible impression when she saw that scene, and she might have nightmares when she went back.Watson, who saw Sherlock jumping down, didn't say a word after entering the Butts Hospital and heard the doctor's announcement, just sitting there blankly.

Cynthia walked in without waiting for Lestrade to speak.

The dimly lit basement is where Bates Hospital used to store dead bodies, including those who failed to treat them and those who were killed.The temperature in London in winter is already low, not to mention that because the corpses are stored here and there is no fireplace to keep warm, the feeling of dampness is even heavier.

A slightly short man was helping the person lying on the board to clean up. It was obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing with his hands constantly moving.

Not far from the two thin bed boards, there was a person sitting blankly, his gray coat was stained with a lot of dull colors from class.Cynthia's heart skipped a beat when she saw the color, it was blood.

"Anderson, the tag record is affixed. The name of the deceased: Sherlock Holmes, the cause of death: falling. The name over there: James Moriarty, the cause of death: suicide by swallowing a gun."

Cynthia stood a few steps away from them, unable to walk over no matter what.She was afraid, afraid that it was Sherlock who was lying there silently.

Mrs. Hudson walked over and tremblingly looked at the lying person, and then the sound of uncontrollable crying echoed through this floor.Lestrade, who was standing behind, couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. He never thought that the mighty Holmes would leave them in this way.

Molly standing next to her believes that her skills are invincible, and she is not afraid of being tested by others.She took off her clothes and gloves, "I don't welcome living people here, I'll give you a few minutes to say goodbye, and leave when the time is up. After the police station collects the information, they can come and take the corpse away."

Cynthia turned to look at Watson, who was sitting there with his hands in his hair in pain.If this is Sherlock's trick, has he even fooled Watson?

She lifted her foot and walked slowly to the side of the bed.First, I looked at Moriarty, who had a tragic head because of Tunmucang, and the crazy smile from before seemed to remain on his face.

Choosing death didn't seem to be difficult for him, Cynthia turned her head and looked to the side.Sherlock lay there silently with his eyes closed, his face pale against the light, his curly black hair tangled together with blood.

Cynthia's hands trembled slightly, and she placed them on his face.The cold temperature passed through the glove to her fingers, and she couldn't help but turned around and didn't want to look any more.

Lestrade was afraid that Mrs. Hudson would lose his breath from crying, so he half dragged and half helped her out first.

"I shouldn't have left him at that time. I shouldn't have left him alone to face Moriarty. Otherwise, he wouldn't have... The last thing I said to him was accusing him of not caring about his friends."

From Watson's words, it's not difficult to hear his remorse, but Cynthia knew that even if he stayed there, it would be useless, and Moriarty didn't mind killing another person.I'm afraid it was Sherlock who deliberately dismissed Watson. Did he have the idea of ​​dying with Moriarty at that moment?