Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Let him know?

Clara was about to ask how to know, but was interrupted by Moriarty.

"It seems that Winslow is ready." Moriarty said, and then took out the phone from his pocket, "Let this game begin first."

Clara pursed her lips tightly and lay motionless on the ground, aiming the gun steadily at the old woman on the bed.

At this moment, she was opening her mouth to speak, but behind her, Moriarty's mobile phone started a "live broadcast".

"The person below is... a liar..."

An old voice sounded behind him. Hearing the word liar, Moriarty smiled, and Clara's eyelids twitched, but she still locked on to the old woman tightly. But after her retelling ended, suddenly a good man appeared behind her. A sound I hadn't heard for days.

"Why did you do that?"

Deep and pleasant, calm and self-sustaining, indifferent for several years.

"I love watching you..."

Moriarty continued, "Hands dancing."

"Dancing and dancing..."

The old woman then said.

Clara seemed oblivious to everything behind her, and just stared at the scope tightly.

The phone was hung up, and Clara remained silent.

Moriarty was also silent for a while, and then said: "Sherlock Holmes, what an excellent opponent, Iamonfire..."

He must be too, Clara thought.

"Did you miss him?" Moriarty spoke to Clara.

Only then did Clara say, "No."

"I do not believe."

If you don't believe me, don't ask.Clara slandered, but Moriarty didn't let her go.

"I'm thinking about how to help you convey your love." Moriarty sat down again, "Don't thank me too much."

"Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need," Clara began to chat with him, "I convey my love every day, and I think he must know a lot."

Moriarty said enthusiastically: "This is not the same. You need a good teammate. The description also pays attention to the front side. The effect of side effects may be much better than you imagined."

Clara was speechless, and only said quietly: "Mr. Moriarty, you are indeed very suitable to be a teacher."

"Then the students I teach will definitely give the 'righteous elements' all over the world a headache." Moriarty laughed dully.

Clara decided to change the subject, so she said, "Why did you choose this old man this time?"

With Moriarty's personality, he seldom acted spontaneously, almost like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every link must be very delicate. Presumably there is a reason for him to choose an old man this time.

"Good question."

Moriarty praised her first.

Clara raised the corners of her lips silently, as expected.Unexpectedly, she could also feel some of Moriarty's behavior patterns.

Moriarty said, "This old lady is not a very nice person, Clara dear."

"Why is she sick in bed, but has no children to take care of her?" Moriarty asked, "Because she drove away her son who pursued her dreams, and severed ties with her daughter who married a painter."

Moriarty simply lay down next to her, looked at the clouds in the sky, and continued: "Stupid British."

"Look at her current posture, isn't it ugly," Moriarty said, "old and seriously ill, she still has a few years to live? However, at this level, she is still desperate to live .”

"I think this dedication to life is admirable." Clara couldn't help but interjected.

"That's based on your worldview," Moriarty said. "I've found out a little bit about your past, and I know how strong your desire to survive is, so I'm also curious, why don't you just give up?"

Clara was silent, but Moriarty asked and answered: "Oh, maybe it's because of Louise's love? You really have a deep affection for her—then you say this old lady, what's the point of her being alive?"

He continued to speak slowly: "There is no point in living like this, with no hope, sickness, and dull thinking."

"Let me interject, Professor," Clara asked incomprehensibly, "Is there a meaning to life? Shouldn't all babies be born?"

Moriarty sighed: "Student, I have to tell you, I think the speed of human development is too slow, especially the process of learning, baby-oh, that is definitely a love-hate thing."

"If people live without meaning, it is a waste of resources."

Clara said: "Then I'm wasting resources all the time, and my life is meaningless until I meet Sherlock."

"So you do like him?"

Clara turned her head to look at Moriarty, and said earnestly, "I love him because he made me discover the meaning of life."

Moriarty was silent.

Clara has never been more determined: "I exist to love him."

The conversation came to an end. Moriarty stopped talking, took out a book from his school bag, and leaned beside him to read quietly, while Clara dutifully followed.

Now, she has no secrets in front of Moriarty at all, she doesn't know what will happen next, but there are some things that cannot be denied.

So she could only admit it, but after that, she felt a lot more relaxed, and even had a warm smile.

How could someone as cold as Sherlock give her hope?It's amazing—oh, strictly speaking, it's not all his fault. Mr. Holmes just opened her eyes, and then she developed a strong curiosity to see more amazing things.

Then... People always have a special affection for the "first one".

Especially when she found that Sherlock was worth chasing for the rest of her life, never having to worry about him changing, which gave her a great sense of security.

——When you like someone, you can always find a hundred reasons to like him, because he looks good no matter what.

Moriarty looked at Clara's softened side face and the small curve of her mouth, stared at it quietly for a while, and then turned her eyes to the book again.

Time passed by, and Moriarty would occasionally bring her some food and water, but the time Moriarty agreed was getting close.

Sherlock still has no message.

"Is he going to lose?" Moriarty said. "Poor Clara, Sherlock doesn't know that he not only failed to save the old lady, but he also failed to save Miss Cooper. I'm afraid you will listen to me." , prepare to kill that old lady."

Clara pursed her lips tightly, she moved slightly obediently, and her stiff body slowly came alive.

Time passed a little bit, and the time for the gunshots was getting closer.

Moriarty was right, if Sherlock lost, not only did he fail to save the old lady, but he also failed to save Clara Cooper.

She will return to her former self.

So does she care?

Of course she cared, she cared terribly, she managed to regain her sense of right and wrong, and now she was about to lose it because of a single shot.

She didn't miss the murderousness of the past at all, and she didn't want to change back to the coldness and indifference of the past.She yearns for a world without killing, a peaceful and ordinary world, where there will be minor bumps, worries about the rent, and people she likes...

The cold-blooded life is enough, she doesn't want to go back to the past, not at all!

Time goes by little by little.

Moriarty said quietly, "I've got the headline for tomorrow morning's paper—'Death of the Mythical Detective.'"

"Do you think there could be a better title?"

"..."

"Haha, are you tight right now—"

"Jingle bell bell..."

A rapid ringtone rang, and Moriarty answered the phone. Immediately afterwards, the old lady's conversation rang on Moriarty's cell phone behind him.

"The murderer was the male servant of the female anchor's family, and the murder weapon was Botox."

"Hello?"

Moriarty curled his lips: "Well, he won again."

Clara breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to withdraw her hand, but the conversation behind her continued.

"Tell us where you are?" Sherlock's tone was rarely urgent.

"He?" The old lady seemed to have misheard, and said weakly.

Clara's heart beat faster.

Moriarty smiled silently: "Clara, mount the gun."

Do not!

"His voice... very..."

Sherlock on the opposite side was even more eager: "No, no, no! Don't tell me that he—"

"She's talking about Winslow! Not you!" Clara couldn't help but refute him, and then there was an extra gun next to her, and a hidden sniper shot at it like a demonstration.

"His voice..."

Sherlock emphasized again: "Stop talking!"

"Clara, shoot."

"But--"

"three."

no!Sherlock managed to catch up with the time!

"two."

gosh...

"one."

The old lady continued: "His voice...is very gentle."

"boom--"

A bullet flew past, and Clara closed her eyes.

Moriarty was silent for a while, pressed a few keys on the phone, and said, "Winslow, I'll leave it to you. Congratulations, you're retired."

He walked out while talking, ignoring Clara who was lying on the ground behind him: "You are the first person to retire from me, it is an honor."

The red dot of the sniper gun on Clara's body has disappeared, and she is out of danger.

The sniper rifle next to her was lying quietly with her. When she occasionally looked up, she saw Winslow standing up and shaking hands with a woman, and then Winslow went out.

After a while, the woman also left in a graceful figure, but just after that, in less than a minute, there was a loud noise, which made people frightened and trembling.

There was indeed a gunshot, followed by an explosion on the first floor.

Many people died.

Clara turned pale, did she kill her...

The author has something to say: the last case of this book is coming soon, and it is also the most exciting case in this book in my opinion

My heart is very excited!