[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Six months later, London.

In recent days, the topic among gentlemen and ladies often stays on the female singer who has just moved to Serpentine Avenue——Irene Adler, famous from the Paris Opera House, has been implicated in a horrific murder , had to leave France and go to the Imperial Opera in Warsaw.

Originally, she was greeted with a bright future. When she was in Paris, people called her an "angel" and said that her singing voice could move God.But for some reason, this music angel suddenly gave up his career as a singer after the prince of Bohemia inherited the throne and came to London.

Ms Adler employs only one maid and a porter.She did not have her own carriage, so the nearby coachmen were quite familiar with this kind and gentle single lady.

At first there were concerns that the French-raised Briton would have difficulty communicating, but it was later discovered that Ms Adler was fluent in English and, like her French, had no accent.Add to that her easy-going personality and good manners, and soon Ms. Adler's reputation spread like it did in Paris and Warsaw.

It's just that Irene Adler is a low-key person, she lives in reclusive life, except for occasional small concerts when invited by big figures who can't refuse, she hardly communicates with any outsiders.

Now, the only one who will call her an angel is Mr. Godfrey Norton who is always by her side.

Near noon, Mr. Godfrey Norton arrived as usual.

The maid took his coat and hat, and Mr. "Godfrey Norton" went straight across the hall, without warning, into the drawing-room.

"Angie." He said.

The young woman sitting at the piano looked up.

Today's An Qi is wearing a water-blue long dress, her gorgeous red hair is coiled behind her head, and her slender and pale neck and face can be seen at a glance.She smiled slightly at the visitor: "Professor."

"Godfrey Norton" - Professor James Moriarty nods: "I never knew you could play the piano."

"I'm a singer."

When An Qi heard this, she looked down at the black and white keys.

"You can play the piano, is there any surprise?"

The professor laughed: "I'm just curious, what else you don't know."

"That's too much, Professor, I'm just an ordinary girl, not a real angel."

As she spoke, she sat upright and put her hands on the keys.

Professor Moriarty sat down without waiting for Angie's invitation.

A very simple introductory song.I have to admit that although An Qi dances beautifully and sings beautifully, her level of playing the piano is very ordinary—it can’t be said that it’s not good, it can be heard that she has been taught by a skilled connoisseur, but she is too ingenious. soul.

Her heart is not on the piano, which makes Angie's playing sound no different from ordinary girls from middle-class families.

Professor Moriarty patiently waited for Angie to finish playing, and retracted her soft hands before continuing, "I heard that you encountered a thief here last night."

Without turning her head, An Qi chuckled a few times: "Of course you've heard, Professor."

"That's really thrilling, didn't you lose anything?"

"Why bother, professor," An Qi turned around, a sly color flashed in her emerald green eyes, "You and I know exactly what the thief wants to steal."

She stood up, walked to the door of the reception room, and tickled her fingers at James Moriarty who was sitting on the sofa.

Walking out of the reception room, through the corridor, and up the stairs, Angie led the professor into her own bedroom.The girl's boudoir was still as warm as in Warsaw. She walked to the alcove of the bedroom with light steps, and pulled out a certain photo from behind the movable panel.

The photo flashed by, but the content in it was extremely shocking.An Qi blinked playfully: "Now you can rest assured, professor? Since it's something I use to save my life, I won't let others steal it. It's safe here."

Professor: "Defense against ordinary thieves, of course, but the king of the Bohemia Kingdom has missed several times. When he comes to London, he will definitely ask for a more actionable helper."

Angie: "For example?"

Moriarty: "Like a detective."

The girl raised her lips.

Angie knew who he was referring to without needing James Moriarty.The detective, known to souls not of this age, might rival Moriarty himself.Therefore, Angie quickly put the photo into the panel, and the hiding place was perfect. It is no wonder that the King of Bohemia sent people to steal and search many times but found nothing.

"I still think," insisted Moriarty, "that the photographs are best kept by me."

"But don't forget, it's true that this photo is a scandal in the Kingdom of Bohemia, but if it gets out, my reputation will be ruined."

"you do not trust me?"

"Then you don't believe me, Professor?"

The professor didn't answer.

He stood where he was, with thick glasses covering all the eyes of the man.Apart from politeness, what was left to An Qi was the coldness she had become accustomed to.

An Qi was not in a hurry either, as early as when he ate the candy, they had already met each other frankly.

"You know," Angie knocked on the panel, "now that you know where it is, even if you come and get it directly, a mere girl like me won't be able to snatch it from you, professor."

James Moriarty, however, was not such an unmannered man.

He just shook his head almost helplessly: "Sometimes I really think you are more like a spoiled young lady, Angie."

"Perhaps in the previous life," An Qi replied, "I'm a lucky girl."

In Washington, of course.And that was in the 21st century, which was much more comfortable than this era where people had to ride a carriage even to go out.Angie doesn't miss the nurturing of demons or the help of evil gods, she misses electronics and wireless networks.

But there is no need to tell Moriarty about these things. Even though he has a superior IQ and vision beyond the times, he still lives here.Angie sometimes regrets that he was born more than 100 years earlier, otherwise, the professor's deeds would be even greater than now.

"Let's talk about the detective."

She moved away from the alcove and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You said William would hire him to get the photos, so what will Mr. Detective do? He won't be like the previous bungling thieves who thought their actions were flawless but got nothing."

Professor Moriarty is no longer obsessed with the fate of the photographs.

Since they don't trust each other, as long as she is by his side, it doesn't make any difference whoever holds the photo.As for her disappearing overnight——James Moriarty never considered such a question, where could Angie go?Besides, she bluntly said that what she wanted was his life, but she turned around and ran away, but she couldn't get what she wanted.

So Moriarty just walked up to Angie: "I thought that detective would come to find out about you first."

"Like?"

"For example, your living habits and travel rules, which require him to blend in with you."

"But you are the only one with me."

"As well as your maids, porters, and the coachmen and peddlers you often come into contact with. Don't forget that you still have the habit of not being able to live without dessert, Angie."

An Qi let out an "ah", as if she realized that the pastry shop she went to regularly might also be a flaw.

Isn't it true that An Qi can communicate with others, but she can't live without snacks.Even if she moved to London, she insisted on going to the candy store herself every week to bring back an exaggerated number of candies and desserts.

"So, in fact, that Mr. Detective is probably outside my detective door, mingling with the people around him," An Qi said in a low voice, "I'm about to get nervous."

Moriarty twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't smile.

After all, Angie who said this fell down on the bed without a ladylike image, threw off her shoes, and rolled on the soft bed, without the "nervous" look she said at all.

"In fact, he's right outside your door," Moriarty said quietly.

Angie, who was rolling, stopped suddenly.

She lay prone on the bed sheet, straightened her upper body abruptly, and her waist drew a fragile arc.An Qi turned her head to look out the window, and from the bedroom, she could just see the coachmen gathered on the street in twos and threes.

"It turns out that you are the one who is nervous, professor," An Qi couldn't help teasing, "Are you worried that Mr. Detective will succeed? After all, he is much smarter than me."

"If the photo falls into the hands of the King of Bohemia, your plan will come to naught."

"uh-huh."

An Qi dragged her cheeks, listening to the professor's words nonchalantly, her gaze was always scanning the crowd outside the window, as if she was sure that she could find the detective with the naked eye.

"Although I'm not as smart as him, I have you."

she said.The professor tilted his head, not quite understanding what he was referring to.

Until An Qi withdrew her gaze and looked at Moriarty with a smile: "He's outside the door, so why not give Mr. Detective a surprise."

An Qi who said these words had the viciousness and mischievousness of a girl shining in her emerald green eyes.

Professor: "What are you going to do?"

The girl rolled over and got out of bed, walked up to James Moriarty, tiptoed slightly, leaned into the professor's ear and said softly, "Let's get married, James, today, right now."

The author has something to say: Let’s go back to the girls: the professor’s character design... In fact, I’m referring to Gary Oldman, the dog daddy wearing glasses [cover face], which also made it extremely difficult for me to drive in the next car , because I can't do it! 【you.If you can't accept it, everyone can substitute an actor who feels suitable.

The detective is Mr. Detective of Peter Cushing, the one who played Governor Tarkin in "Star Wars", because I think his version of Sherlock Holmes looks closer to the original description. Of course, the girls substitute Jeremy Detective Brett, Jiang Hua will applaud too!