[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

The flames gradually spread from the carpet at Angie's feet.

She took a step forward, barely avoiding the flames that were trying to engulf the corner of her skirt.An anxious and panic voice came from outside the locked door behind her. It was her maid: "Madam? Madam!"

Angie turned a deaf ear.

She just walked straight towards Mr. Sherlock Holmes, stopped three steps away, and let the fire spread and rise step by step: "I don't have the photo, Mr. Detective, it's useless for you to look for me."

Mr. Detective just locked him with a falcon-like gaze.

He was thin and tall, even taller than Moriarty, so Angie had to look up to meet the man's gaze.

"I don't think I'm vulnerable, ma'am," he said.

"Of course," Angie admitted politely, "I was reminded that William would hire the best detectives in London."

"who is it?"

"You know that, don't you?"

An Qi carelessly tugged at the corner of her skirt.

"James Moriarty—an old friend of yours, sir. He's the one who needed those pictures, and he's the one who reminded me, oh yes," she said, "if you want to know, take He was the one who took the photo."

Having said that, it is enough for Mr. Holmes to understand the cause and effect of the whole incident.

Assuming Angie was really just a mistress hurt by the King of Bohemia, she would have kept the picture firmly in hand.But Angie is not, she does not even belong to this era.

Even if Sherlock Holmes is extremely intelligent, it is impossible to calculate that Angie's soul is not in this time and space at all, right?

"with all due respect."

Holmes surfaced a somewhat defensive exhortation.

"Working with Moriarty is not a very good idea, ma'am."

An Qi smiled indifferently: "Indeed, but by cooperating with him, I have indeed achieved my goal."

"For what purpose?"

"see you."

Mr. Detective was startled, and immediately reacted.

"This is a game you have devised, Lady Godfrey—"

"—call me Angie, please, sir."

"Angie."

He didn't struggle with addressing, for Holmes, nothing is more important than the truth: "Your purpose is to meet me, so you choose to approach Moriarty, because his 'fate' with me is very good. Not just a tiny bit."

"Yes."

"I'm not some big guy you can't see."

"But Moriarty is, sir."

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the choking smoke rose again in the closed room, scrambling to accumulate into An Qi's lungs, and she felt that her respiratory tract was about to be burned.

But she still didn't move.

This is the only chance, and it is also the last chance. Since coming to London, Angie has to take every step accurately.Professor Moriarty is right in saying that any mistake will lead to the failure of all plans.

"I can't give you the photo, and I can definitely answer William's concerns: he just wants to use the photo to make a big fuss, so that the whole kingdom of Bohemia will kneel to ordinary professors. You smart people are all gamblers, sir , People like Moriarty are even more crazy gamblers, only a bet like a kingdom can attract his attention, he got what he wanted, and he was hooked."

"Then you try to meet me, what do you want me to do?"

I love talking to smart people.

No need for Angelo to say anything, Mr. Holmes has already outlined her thoughts before and after.If it weren't for the flames in the room that were about to reach the hem of the skirt, An Qi would have to pester him for a basic deduction.

She didn't know that Holmes would be approached by the new king of Bohemia, but she knew that he would meet Moriarty sooner or later.Angie never kills with her own hands, and Moriarty is not a character that ordinary people can get close to, but she knows who can.

"I'm sorry I can't give you the picture, sir."

If possible, An Qi would prefer to keep the detective and talk to him.Although he might find her boring, Angie is so curious, she has a strong affection for legends in any world.In Washington is Captain America Steve Rogers, in this world is the great detective Sherlock Holmes, who can solve it.

"But I can tell you where Professor Moriarty is going."

Mr. Detective let out a mocking "ha".

"You want to borrow a knife to kill someone!"

"Yes."

"What if I disagree?"

"Someone has to stop him. Are you going to let the ultimate crime go unpunished, detective?"

There was a noise outside the door, presumably the maid called for someone to knock on the door, An Qi ran to the window and opened it again.

The cold wind blew in, lifting An Qi's long hair that was the same color as the flame.She stood under the window sill and turned around, her gentle but extremely cold expression was deeply imprinted in Mr. Holmes' eyes.

"Where does he go then?" he asked.

Angie laughed.

She brushed up her red hair that had been blown away by the wind, and answered word by word amidst the chaos and flames.

"Switzerland, sir, I assure you that you will meet him at the Reichenbach Falls."