[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

According to the actual conditions, Mr. "Godfrey Norton" is indeed a suitable marriage partner: he is a lawyer with a stable income, a gentle gentleman, and takes good care of ladies.And Lady Irene Adler, who moved to London, was also a decent woman: she quit her theater job, sang only at respectable private evenings every week, lived in seclusion, and rarely socialized.

This should have been a blessed wedding.

—if Mr. "Godfrey Norton" was not really James Moriarty, Ms. Adler, or Angie who moved from Paris to Warsaw to London.

If it wasn't that An Qi wanted to give Mr. Detective a big gift on a whim.

After An Qi changed her clothes, she hurriedly opened the door and looked around.

Soon, a carriage that was as anxious as Angie stopped at the door of the apartment.Angie couldn't even wait for the carriage to stop, and jumped into the carriage: "Hurry up, John! Go to Santa Monica Church, if you arrive within 10 minutes, I will reward you with a half-pound gold coin (see note)!"

The coachman straightened his collar in embarrassment, but he was called over temporarily, and he ran as fast as he could: "Of course there is no problem, what are you going to do, Miss Adler?"

Angie: "It's a lifelong event!"

Before the carriage moved forward, An Qi opened the window of the carriage, through which she quickly swept across the people on the street.Coachmen, shop assistants and passers-by came and went, and the professor said that Mr. Detective was among them, which made Angie's curiosity explode, but she couldn't find any of them at all just by looking at them. It was the detective himself.

but it does not matter.

Because he will definitely follow.

James Moriarty left in the carriage ahead of Angie, and Angie arrived earlier than him—you need some documents to get married, and there is no "Mr. Norton" document in Angie's apartment .

She stepped into the church with a panicked and anxious expression, so the priest in the church greeted her almost immediately: "Ma'am, you—"

"gentlemen."

An Qi immediately walked in front of him with a solemn expression.

"I want to get married and need your help."

The priest in white cassock was shocked by Angie's words.

He looked at Angie again from top to bottom. The young girl had a serious expression and clear eyes. She was well dressed and was the most popular style in London at the moment. She didn't look like a crazy girl at all.

"Ma'am," the pastor cleared his throat, "if you need a wedding, I think it should be two people."

"He'll be here soon!"

James Moriarty followed into the church.

He changed his clothes, still holding the documents in his hand, and looked as hurried as An Qi.But when he stopped in front of the pastor, the professor politely straightened his messy hair first, and then nodded: "Mr. Pastor."

Angie immediately took Professor Moriarty's arm: "This is my fiancé, Godfrey Morton. Can we begin now, Pastor Xinsheng?"

"Now?"

The pastor was taken aback.

He has worked in this parish for decades, and this is the first time he saw a wedding on the spot.

It seems that this couple of lovers are decent people, the male is dignified and decent, and the female is gentle and elegant. Although they look a little older, as long as they marry a gentleman with a straight back, this is not a problem.The more this happened, the more puzzled the pastor was: such a decent person should have a grand wedding, instead of now, the two ran to the church and suddenly said, get married now.

Could it be the elopement couple?

The pastor's expression suddenly became complicated: "This is not the kind of lady who organizes weddings. I advise you two to think again. If you really love each other, how can you be so careless—"

"—no, I can't wait a minute, Mr. Reverend, please!"

Angie has no time to wait, she won't stay in London for long.

"Why rush," the pastor patiently persuaded, "Isn't it better to find an auspicious day and invite relatives and friends to attend? I don't even have a best man, and I won't help you organize your wedding."

An Qi: "As long as there is a best man?"

Priest: "...Ma'am, what are you thinking?"

Angie: "There will be, God will help me and my lover."

Accompanied by Angie's bright eyes and clear voice, the third visitor entered the church.

Angie and Professor Moriarty on the altar both turned their heads and looked at the man.

Dressed poorly and with an ordinary face, he wandered into the church like a random passer-by, until he found that the three people on the altar were all looking at him, the man stopped and raised his head.

An Qi only felt her heart skip a beat when she touched the falcon-like eyes.

Got you, she thought, Mr. Detective.

The legend of London, the genius in the story, Mr. Sherlock Holmes who endowed the Victorian era with brilliant colors-of course it is him, otherwise how could an ordinary person have such distinctive eyes?

An Qi picked up her skirt almost without thinking, walked down the altar, and walked in front of this gentleman.

"gentlemen!"

She reached out boldly and grabbed the detective's wrist.

In this era, Angie's behavior can be said to be shocking, but her sparkling eyes and earnest expression are enough to make up for her own faux pas: "I knew God was watching me, please come with me."

"How is this going?"

His arm stiffened for half a point at Angie's fingertips, and he maintained it before relaxing.The subtle muscle changes did not escape An Qi's senses.

Almost flawless, if she hadn't known his identity in advance, An Qi would have been deceived.

She even felt a little pity.

This ordinary face is definitely not Mr. Detective's original face. He is good at disguising, so that Angie can't see anything abnormal.Only those eyes were clear and keen, through the astonishment shown by him as a passerby, traces of deep thought could still be detected.

I really want to see his true colors with my own eyes.

"It's only a few minutes to explain, please come with me, please!"

Perhaps the pleading was too pitiful, and the situation forced Mr. Holmes to follow Angie up the altar.The girl's eyes turned to the pastor: "Now that I have a bridesmaid, I have witnesses for my wedding with Godfrey, can I preside over the wedding, pastor?"

The pastor sighed.

The woman's expression was determined, and she didn't look like a girl who decided on life's major events in a flash of her head.The pastor had no choice but to agree to their request.

At this point, even children of a few years old understand what's going on.

After the ceremony, the professor enthusiastically walked towards Mr. Holmes, held his right hand and kept shaking: "Thank you very much, sir! As my Irene said, you must be sent by God to help us of."

Angie: "..."

From Paris to Warsaw and then to London, James Moriarty was always polite and indifferent in front of her. Angie was really uncomfortable with the excitement on his gentle face.

I also found it very funny, in order to match her familiarity, James also tried his best.

He obviously enjoyed it, and of course, who wouldn't want to get close to Sherlock Holmes this way?An Qi was overjoyed, she couldn't help smiling when she looked at the detective's examining eyes.

"Don't you frighten our bridesmaid, Godfrey!"

Angie walked up to Mr. Detective and looked at him sincerely.

What could be more surprising than a wedding?The detective came for the photo. The King of Bohemia, who had just ascended the throne, was unable to hold the wedding because of her threat, but the party became a bride in front of the detective.Angie is not as smart as detectives and professors, so a small surprise is enough to give her a sense of accomplishment.

As for the wedding - the identity of Godfrey Norton was irrelevant to Professor Moriarty, and Angie was not staying in London.

Teasing the pastor may usher in God's punishment, but neither the professor nor Angie has ever put that supreme being in their eyes.

"thank you, sir."

Angie took out a gold pound coin from her pocket and handed it to the detective.

"If we miss the time, we will have to wait until tomorrow," she said sincerely, "This is a thank you gift for you, please be sure to accept it."

He did not refuse.

In fact, Angie was a little surprised, but Sherlock Holmes did accept Angie's coins. Her fingers touched the gentleman's hand, and the temperature was fleeting, because the latter had solemnly put away the gold coins.

Clear eyes fell on Angie. Through the false appearance, Mr. Holmes nodded to Angie: "This is an absurd but unique experience. I wish you and your husband a happy life, ma'am."

Angie smiled.

"Have a nice day, sir."

When she returned to the apartment, Angie walked directly into the bedroom, and Professor Moriarty followed behind her.When he stepped into the room, Angie closed the door immediately. She leaned against the wall, feeling her heart was still pounding.

Mr. Detective's eyes seemed to still be in front of him.

It's one thing to know he exists, but quite another to touch it personally.An Qi really couldn't hold back her curiosity: Mr. Detective is not young by listening to the voice, maybe he is about the same age as the professor.How old is he and what does he really look like?

"Angie?"

Moriarty's voice brings Angie back to reality.

"What were you thinking?" he asked.

Angie raised a worried smile.

She leaned against the door and blinked her eyes: "I think it's better to leave the photos to you for safekeeping, James, it will make me feel more at ease in the future."

However, she was aggressive and refused to let her go before she went out. Moriarty would not think that An Qi suddenly gave in. She must have thought of something.

The man turned his head and did not respond, but continued to wait for her to explain.

"I'm just thinking," An Qi accepted his inquiry, and said slowly, "I still want to see him up close, alone and honestly, so the photos can't be here with me."