[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

"Ballet Killer."

Professor James Moriarty walked into Angie's dressing room, and without even having time to greet her, he dropped the phrase in a calm tone, and then put the newspaper in his hand on the table.

Angie lowered her head, and the bright newspaper headlines came into view——"The devil wandering the night of Paris, three ballerinas have died at his hands".

"The streets are not peaceful these days, you have to be careful, dear Angie."

Saying this he sat down.

Professor Moriarty is still dressed in an extremely British style. In Paris, his attire can be said to be a bit out of place.But his own calm and pedantic atmosphere makes up for this very well.Walking in the bustling and beautiful streets of Paris, it can be said that anyone who can read and write can guess the identity of his British professor.

Since our last meeting, Professor Moriarty had left Paris to give a lecture at a university in the provinces.Until today, just returned to Paris.

[Both cases took place at the other end of Paris. ] Angie withdrew her gaze and said in sign language, [I think I and the other girls in the opera house are safe for the time being. ]

"It's uncertain."

The professor shook his head.

"You meet the requirements of a murderer, Angie."

Angie's expression paused.

[What do you mean? ]

"I'd rather hear your opinion."

She looked up and looked at Moriarty.The professor just returned her a polite and indifferent smile unique to an Englishman.

Even in a non-native language, James Moriarty has a lingering professorial quality to his speech: he speaks slow, accented but articulate.Good at inducing and encouraging the other party to express, rather than eloquently.

Although Angie never received higher education in the nineteenth century, she felt that Professor Moriarty standing on the podium must be an excellent teacher.He is very good at inspiring others to think, and at the same time, he can easily use other people's thinking. If he is not careful, he will jump into the trap he has set up step by step.

[I do not understand. ]

Thanks to the previous world, in Washington in the 21st century, whether it is Rocky, Hannibal, or Francis Underwood sitting on the throne of the White House, each is a master at controlling people's hearts.

Angie is not as smart as them, but she knows that the best way not to fall into the trap is to not pick up on it at all.

So she just tilted her head, her emerald green eyes shining with docile light showed a somewhat curious and bewildered expression.

[You think the murderer might target me, why? ]

Of course she was asking knowingly, how could An Qi fail to guess the murderer's intentions.But Professor Moriarty didn't like to be aggressive, especially with a petite girl with red hair, green eyes and freckles on the tip of her nose.

"The two deceased have obvious common characteristics," so he took the initiative to explain, "a well-known ballet dancer—just one of them. Ten years old, with long hair in a warm color, the police investigated and found three victims They are all introverted girls. When they were found naked|naked, all their hair was cut off."

If it was the other girls in the opera house, such as Sorelli, who has been very close to Angie recently, she would probably tremble when she heard it, and begged Professor Moriarty to stop talking.

In fact, An Qi heard about it from the mouths of the young actors long before he got into the newspaper.As soon as they stepped off the stage, they got together and chatted about this matter. A few timid girls even cried on the spot.

But when the professor personally reported the scene, An Qi just lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembled, but she didn't respond.

Another murderer means another innocent life has been slaughtered.

An Qi doesn't like to see such news, but she has seen too many similar scenes. After it really happened, the only thing she can do is to mourn silently, and...

"The killer was either collecting something or looking for something."

[Collecting hair or looking for the right hair? ]

Angie asked.

The professor laughed.

He looked at her eyes tenderly. The eyes under the lens were not beautiful, but the calm and easy-going eyes made people feel at ease.Professor Moriarty raised his hand: "Your hair."

A broad palm crossed the table between the two sofas and caressed Angie's gorgeous red hair.The professor's slender fingers gently brushed the broken hair from her forehead behind her ears.

Accompanied by this movement, the professor leaned forward, closing the distance with An Qi.He took a deep breath on the side of her hair: "The smell of shampoo can't cover up your own smell, dear Angie. Especially on the hair, it seems to be covered with a thick layer of powdered sugar."

A serious mathematics professor speaks out loud words, which are much more lethal than those experienced nobles.Especially Moriarty's expression was unusually sincere, his eyes fixed on Angie, as if she was some treasure he had just discovered.

Angie's face flushed red.

[You think he's collecting, or looking for... smells? ]

"You have all the characteristics of the three victims." The professor put down his palm, and he retreated to the sofa, his tone still flat. "He is indeed in another part of Paris at the moment, but maybe...he is hiding something."

In the 21st century, such forensic analysis is nothing.But now it is 200 years ago, and it can be deduced to this point based on the news in the newspaper alone - Angie can't help wondering, if James Moriarty was born in modern times and had access to science and technology 200 years later, he would still be able to How terrible is it?

Yes, the "ballet killer" in the report probably deliberately chose the location farthest from the Paris Opera House.

Angie gave him a chance.

She was born in this world, and the moment her eyes touched the phantom, she realized that she could do more than in the previous world—so she closed her lips for the phantom in the theater, and exchanged her silence for his trust; So she paid thirty pounds for the genius of smell, expecting to exchange his goodwill for his conscience.

A pure soul does not distinguish between good and evil, the more innocent it is, the farther it is from the regulations and human nature made by mortals, the closer it is to the essence of evil.

"I heard that you picked up a genius who made incense, and half of Paris is buzzing about it."

As the professor said, he tapped the newspaper on the table intentionally or unintentionally. This behavior could not even be called a "hint".

And An Qi smiled as if she didn't realize it.

[Thank you for your vigilance, Professor. ] She expressed in sign language, with a hint of gratitude on Juanxiu's face, as if she didn't understand what he meant, [I will be careful. ]

"I'm sure you can handle everything."

She refused to continue, and the professor didn't pursue her.How can a gentleman chase after a young girl, he just waved his hand and said with ulterior motives: "After all, you are the girl who promised me a country."

Yes.

After Angie uttered the words "I can subvert a country for you" that day, James Moriarty was silent for a moment, and listened to it with great interest.

Of course, An Qi is not talking nonsense.

[After a while, the king of the Kingdom of Bohemia will visit France in person.The ambassador that your people attempted to murder before was just sent to sniff out the news. ]

She speaks slowly.

[When the time comes, the king will come to the opera house to watch the performance, and I will be on the stage. ]

"Don't tell me you want to assassinate him."

Angie laughed out loud.

Her voice was crisp and melodious, and the clear and healthy voice was exchanged for the professor's thoughtful expression.An Qiquan pretended not to see it, she shook her head with a smile: [Of course it wouldn't be such a clumsy method!You are looking forward to my plan, and I can't let you down, can I? ]

"I believe in you, Angie. It's like believing that your dance in front of the king must be beautiful."

[No. ]

She blinked triumphantly.

Compared with "Angie Lecter" who didn't eat fireworks in the previous world, Angie's skin in this world is much more down-to-earth.The faint freckles on the tip of her nose make her look easy-going and gentle, her appearance is exquisite, but she is not beyond the category of a reassuring girl next door.With such a blink of an eye, she looked more cordial and playful.

[I'm not going to dance. ]

Angie stood up, turned around, and stayed in front of James Moriarty.

[I will stand on stage and act as a singing actor.Think about it, the most famous dancer in Paris, a mute, actually stood on the stage and showed his voice.The stunt alone was enough to make headlines.Not to mention attracting the king's attention?He'll stay in Paris long enough to give me the chance to make our agreement, what do you think, James? ]

On the calm and dignified face of the professor, there was finally a look of interest.

He raised his head and looked at Angie.The latter bent down, his fair face was close at hand.

"Your vocal cords are intact." The professor said, his fingers resting on her throat, "you can pronounce freely."

[Yes. ]

His hand slowly rubbed along her skin, from An Qi's chin to the center of her collarbone.

Such behavior can be said to be shocking at the end of the nineteenth century.But how can people who have transcended this era care about the moral cloak that society puts on to cover up its own ugliness?

James Moriarty nodded solemnly.

"Well, I'm very much looking forward to your performance, Angie," he said

The author has something to say: Thanks to Scorpion:D for the mines, okay~