God made me miserable

Professor Meadows did exactly what Zoe expected—something happened.

However, due to some special reasons, Professor Meadows' body was found immediately after his death, and Scotland Yard, which was completely different from the efficiency in the novel, immediately began to investigate the case.

Holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hand, Zooey lowered her head and answered the question of the female police officer in front of her. "...Yes, I went to send a piece of information to Professor Midas this morning, and Professor Moriarty was there at the time. Afterwards, Professor Midas said that he would have dinner together at night to meet Professor Moriarty."

Is Scotland Yard acting efficiently or has other plans?It was just to ask the witness who saw Professor Meadows last, but a detective was dispatched to pick him up at the school himself?

And considering Moriarty's identity...

Zoe took a sip of coffee, and deeply suspected that the so-called summoning of witnesses was just a cover-up, and Scotland Yard's real purpose should be to bring Moriarty over.

"Afterwards, the professor answered Madam's call and left." Professor Meadows' assistant, who was also being questioned, gave the same answer as Zoe. "Until you find me." Mr. Assistant is a middle-aged man over 50 years old, reliable and easy-going.

Compared to Zoe and Moriarty who was being taken to another room at this moment, the behavior of this assistant is more like the reaction that an ordinary person should have when he learns that someone he knows around him has been killed - panic, confusion and dismay. untie.

"Sign here." Donovan exchanged a glance with his colleague, then pushed the transcript in front of him to the witness for signature. "We have a few more questions, and then you can leave." It is one thing to take notes on witnesses, but the female student and the middle-aged assistant in front of them are not their focus today.

"Officer Donovan," Zoe put the coffee provided by the police station back on the table, "Can I go to the bathroom?" It was almost two hours since they were brought back by Inspector Lestrade.

"Yes." Donovan nodded and pointed to the door, "Just turn left when you go out." She signaled the female student to leave by herself.

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"Zoe, you've been busy this week." The sound of the faucet sounded, and the mysterious voice that had been lingering in Zoe's ear couldn't help but sigh, "Professor Meadows died just like that." Fortunately, Mo Not only did Riati come back, but she also came to find Zooey.

"No, I knew he would die today." The hand sanitizer provided by the police station had a slight smell of disinfectant, and Zooey quickly washed it away with water, a little disgusted, "You thought I said I was going to tell Moriarty To prove my ability, what do I want to prove to him? Academic level?" In the eyes of a genius like Moriarty, her knowledge is probably not as good as that of a primary school student, right?

"What do you mean?" The mysterious voice was a little confused - this is the drawback brought about by the author's resolute refusal to fulfill the novice guidance task assigned by him and not allowing him to monitor.

"An economist who has a close relationship with Moriarty, do you think Professor Midas is that clean?" At first, it was just suspicion, but by chance, she really discovered something. "He's running money for a human trafficking ring and..."

"And what?"

"He also bought a few girls." The so-called respected old professor lifted his veil, but he was just a pious bastard.

"Sherlock, help!" Lestrade stopped the consulting detective who was striding out, "I have an economics professor lying in the morgue!" Calm down, what Scotland Yard needs most now is to solve a few cases quickly and beautifully, and restore some reputation, "Just take a look!" Criminals of the level of James Moriarty are not his turn to worry about, but Oxford The murder of a university professor is urgent.

When Zoe came out of the bathroom, she unexpectedly bumped into the entanglement of the inspector and the big detective.

"At any rate, Moriarty was brought in through the death of Charlie Meadows. You just go and see the scene." Lestrade felt that since he met the Holmes brothers, his hairline had receded even more. Soon.

"Oh, Lestrade, Scotland Yard has to learn to use its own mind occasionally." But it's a pity that the big detective who just returned from Moriarty is in an unhappy stage at the moment, "so obvious Scotland Yard has not figured out the facts of the case until now, could it be that you spend your tax dollars every day just..."

"Cough, cough, cough," Watson suddenly looked up and saw someone in the corridor, and hurriedly rescued the scene, "Sherlock!"

"Hey, Miss Oswald, right?" Dr. Watson still remembered the girl who succeeded in saving herself and complained about her friends, "Why are you here?"

"Good evening, Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes." Zoe greeted two of her favorite two-dimensional characters in her childhood, "Inspector Lestrade asked me to come here, a professor in the school... "

"The professor you knew or even knew very well died, but you didn't show any surprise or sadness." Turning around suddenly, the big detective fixed his sharp eyes on the blonde girl who was standing a few steps away, "Ordinary No matter how people face the situation, their emotions will change, but you are neither feeling nor surprised by Meadows' death. Zoe Oswald, who are you? Sociopath? Psychopath ? Or are you the murderer?!" The detective's low but extremely fast question approached Zoe, and he even stepped forward, forcing the girl who was a head shorter than him into a corner.

"Xia..." Watson thought it was inappropriate for a friend to do this kind of behavior to a girl, but he also believed that his friend must have a reason to do so.

"...I am not one of the above three." Raising her head and looking directly at the big detective who has gone beyond the distance that should be in the social realm, Zooey looked directly into the other's eyes calmly, "Mr. Holmes, I didn't kill my professor." She just chose to stand by.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade asked the detective for an answer.

"Moriarty brought a young woman to his 'dinner party'." With one hand propped against the corridor wall, Sherlock leaned forward and whispered in Goldilocks' ear in a tone only audible to two people. , "Words have spread in the underworld, 'Convicting Criminals' has a new girlfriend. Use your almond-sized brain to think about how many enemies Moriarty has, and how much sincerity he can have."

The great detective's light gray pupils were fixed on the girl in front of him, and Zooey even felt a sense of urgency for a moment as if a rabbit was being watched by an eagle.

"Silly girl! Stay away from him! Moriarty is not someone you can handle, be careful with your own life!"

"Sherlock?" Watson has never seen his friend speak so harshly. What is Sherlock saying to that girl?

Zooey looked at the stern and almost scary detective in front of her, and opened her mouth before speaking. "...Thank you, Mr. Holmes...a lot of things." Thank you for teaching me what justice is when I was a child, and thank you for your kind-hearted persuasion now that you look like a villain.

Sherlock was surprised by the answer he got, "You..."

"Yoho, is this a party? Can I join?" Another voice came.

"Mr. Moriarty, I'll have someone send you out." Lestrade immediately assumed the role of inspector. Hours are of no use.

"Oh, this is the duty of every good citizen, isn't it?" Moriarty smiled, as if he said it from the bottom of his heart, "Sherlock, long time no see. Oh... Scotland Yard I asked you to take charge of the Meadows case, right?" Raising his eyebrows, the criminal master didn't care about Lestrade who was standing aside. "So what? Has the murderer been found?" He looked at the detective provocatively.

"Of course." Sherlock straightened his body and stroked the front of his suit with one hand.

"What? Who?" Lestrade and Watson looked at each other, and looked at each other—the murderer was found?when?

"Middles' personal assistant." The detective took two steps forward and walked in front of Moriarty, "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"...Hmm." Shrugging his shoulders, Moriarty neither denied nor admitted, "Zoe?" He signaled the girl to follow him.

"Wait, is that the personal assistant? How did you..." Lestrade couldn't figure it out.

Sherlock raised his chin and looked at Moriarty provocatively, motioning to ask the criminal for an explanation.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders and looked at the blonde girl standing between him and Sherlock, "Zoe?" He motioned for his student to do it for him.

Zooey looked at the big detective, then at Moriarty, "...today is the 25th birthday of Mr. Assistant's daughter." If the poor girl is still alive.

"Charlie Meadows has been laundering money for a human trafficking group with business all over Europe. As a high-level official, no one would care if he occasionally took away one or two 'commodities'." The great detective said with a look on his face An expression of indescribable contempt. "My daughter died tragically. The poor father went through untold hardships to find the real culprit, and finally killed the enemy on his daughter's birthday." An old-fashioned but tragic drama.

"...Donovan!" Lestrade immediately ran to Zoe's previous reception room.

"Although Midas is not here, we can change to another restaurant and enjoy a good dinner. Is it compensation for my previous 'incautious' behavior?" Moriarty lowered his head and winked at the girl beside him.

"Fine", Zoe shrugged her shoulders, indicating that there is no problem.

"ThenSherlock, seeyoulater (please eat with Mo Niang's tone)", Moriarty bid farewell jokingly.

Zooey followed the man and walked out. When she turned her head, she saw the big detective looking at her thoughtfully.

"I thought you felt sorry for the assistant." The assistant was handcuffed by Inspector Lestrade and passed in front of them.Moriarty lowered his head, trying to see something on the face of the girl beside him.

"Maybe a little." Zooey shrugged and responded indifferently.

"So you told me that you don't care...you really don't care." Zooey didn't care about Meadows' life or death, nor did she care about the poor Mr. Assistant in the definition of ordinary people.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Zooey got into the car and looked directly into the eyes of the man beside her.

"Heh..." Moriarty laughed, "I like you like this."

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