Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Clara said, you are not Sherlock.

In fact, everyone has their own Sherlock Holmes in their eyes.

In the eyes of Mrs. Hudson, he is an unruly tenant; in the eyes of Watson, a roommate with a high IQ; in the eyes of most police officers, he is a high-functioning sociopath; ...

He played many roles in society, and with his abilities, he might be able to leave his name in history, and then he might even become a spiritual mentor for future generations.

So, what kind of Sherlock is, how can she draw a conclusion so quickly.

But she was anxious, and also anxious. In her impression, Sherlock should be calm and self-possessed, and should be willing to listen to her judgment, instead of convicting her and blaming her blindly.

She is willing to tell all her secrets without reservation, as long as she can gain his trust, but the situation may be as Irene Adler said, she has lost the trust of Mr. Holmes.

"I think his reaction just proves that he has fallen in love with you." Moriarty looked at the crying woman in front of him, put down the paper in his hand, and said with a smile, "You think, if Irene lied to him, would he react like this?"

The woman in front of Moriarty was Clara Cooper who rushed out from Baker Street. She was in such a mess, weeping bitterly, she had no image at all, and she even choked up and twitched to the point of being speechless.

Moriarty then thoughtfully gave her a piece of paper. Clara's handwriting was messy, completely exposing her broken inner world.

Moriarty said with concern, "Oh my God, if I hadn't contacted you, how sad you would be now, and you wouldn't even have someone to talk to."

He was not very good at comforting a lovelorn woman, and he was even very disgusted, thinking it was an extremely waste of time.

But since this woman is Clara, it doesn’t matter if it’s a waste of time to talk about it, so he contacted a friend who is a "psychiatrist", and with his strong learning ability, he learned this comforting ability for seven years. · Eight points.

After hearing what he said, Clara's expression seemed to change, she choked, stuttered, and muttered: "He... fell in love with me...?"

Moriarty snuffed out his hopes calmly: "Of course, otherwise why would you hurt him so deeply?"

There seemed to be light in her eyes, flickering on and off, and finally she slowly leaned on the sofa and closed her swollen, walnut-like eyes.

That's right, so what if he likes her, now she hurts this former pure gentleman, and now it's two people who are hurt.

It was she who was so cruel.

Knowing that I won't really give him anything, why would I try to be smart enough to provoke him.

During the days when Clara was in a trance, Moriarty took her in, but this time the person who huddled herself in the room became Miss Cooper.

"Maybe you can let me see her, after all, I'm still a psychiatrist."

"...She can't do anything right now."

Clara heard this series of conversations in a trance, and secretly clenched her fists. Then, the door of her room was suddenly pushed open.

Two men stood at the door, the room was completely dark, and the light leaked in from the outside. Because of the light behind them, the faces of the two men could not be seen clearly.

Clara was wrapped in a quilt and didn't know which corner of the room she was hiding in.

The man who opened the door chuckled, and simply sat at the door. Moriarty saw that he was really interested, so he didn't spoil his interest, and simply turned away from the door of Clara's room.

Some people, once they have been engaged in a certain profession for a certain period of time, their sensitivity to certain feelings becomes instinctive, especially when it is a matter of their own lives.

Clara was numb and had goosebumps on her arms, and it felt like when Moriarty said he was going to kill her.

too frightening.

Her mind cleared up a lot in an instant, and she touched a blunt object beside her, and held it tightly in her hand, her eyes fixed on the person at the door.

"Don't be nervous." The other party spread his hands, his tone was warm and low-pitched, but it was too weird, and she was even more scared.

The other party smiled and said to her: "I know you are afraid, but don't worry, I won't turn on the light, and I won't go to you, I just want to talk to you."

Clara still didn't answer a word, and she didn't let go of her guard at all.

"Is this probably an occupational disease?" He said with a chuckle, "I'm a psychiatrist."

Clara even breathed lightly, blinked her eyes hard to ease the soreness, and then continued to stare at him firmly.

"I heard Mr. Moriarty say something about you, which made me curious," he continued softly. "If you were only hurt by one person's words, why did it cause you so much pain?"

"I love him—" Clara couldn't help it, and then immediately opened her eyes and covered her mouth.

"Very well, be good," the other party continued to encourage her, "I know, I think we all know that you love him, and your current situation has made it obvious, dear."

Clara couldn't help but the tip of her nose was sore again.

"It's just, is it really okay for you to continue to be depressed like this?"

He continued: "Mr. Moriarty said you've been in the room for over a week, you know that?"

Clara was speechless, she... really didn't know, it was so dark, her mind was muddled, and she didn't have any concept of time at all.

"Your current state is very sad." He seemed very distressed. "We all think you will be stronger. After all, you have experienced things that we have not experienced."

“We were dumbfounded by those experiences, really,” he said with sincerity. “We all thought that after going through those things, you wouldn’t be like this.”

The other party took a break, and then continued: "I think your current performance is completely inconsistent with what you have experienced. Your worldview should be stronger."

This made her think.

"With all due respect, with your experience, you can't afford such a blow? Are you really sorry for yourself?"

The "experience" he has been emphasizing, although he didn't say it clearly, Clara also knows what it refers to. She originally avoided those things in the past, but it is mentioned at this moment as her own encouragement. Is this a little bit Too sarcastic?

As ironic as it was, it was strangely encouraging to her.

——Yes, I have seen wonders, I have seen purgatory, why did I fall down here?

The psychiatrist heard the breathing in the quiet room getting deeper, and saw a corner of the darkness squirming for a moment. He immediately and keenly noticed the change of the female agent, and was about to lure her out, but heard Moriarty coughed lightly, he turned his head, saw Moriarty smiling at him, paused, and gave up frankly.

He thought the female agent was a gift, but it turned out that he really couldn't move.

Tsk, then he said so much to make wedding dresses for others?

"Others" smiled at him and led him to sit on the dining table, so he stood up and glanced at a corner of the room. There must be some "chemical reaction" happening there, but since he couldn't move, he didn't have to join in the fun , so she intimately closed the door for Clara.

Darkness once again covered the small room. Clara watched the light disappear little by little, and her eyes also darkened. The heavy curtains prevented the light from the window from penetrating into the room. The darkness at this time made her feel extremely peace of mind.

She was just stuck temporarily and needed someone to point out a way, but now she seemed to see the way, and she could see it very clearly in the darkness.

Whether you change or not, the world is still turning, the wheel of fate is rolling, and the unstoppable future crawls up to you with a tragic gesture, and touches your cheek with a cold hand.

face it.

The next day, the weather cleared up. It had been raining for many days, and finally the sun was willing to show its face.

Moriarty finished reading the paper placed by the bed, and then looked at the hot milk next to him. It was clear at a glance who it came from. Moriarty chuckled lightly, took a sip of the milk, and saw a Someone alive and kicking.

Sensing someone behind her, the neatly dressed Clara turned her head and smiled slightly at Moriarty.

Moriarty shook the paper in his hand, put it on the table, then pressed the milk cup on it, and asked with a chuckle, "Why didn't you tell me these 'psychological changes' yourself? Could there be any nostalgia... "

Clara shrugged, spread her hands, and then took out a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket as if conjuring, scribbled down a few words, walked over, and handed them to Moriarty respectfully.

"My throat is broken."

"It's your own fault." Moriarty made a brief comment, then smiled, tapped the milk cup, and said, "However, what I saw written on the back of you is not the mental journey after a broken love, I I want to ask you, is this true?"

Clara's smile didn't reach her eyes, as if she was just smiling out of politeness. When she heard Moriarty's words, she nodded with certainty, without any hesitation or sadness.

It seemed that he had completely come out of the so-called "shadow of broken love", which surprised Moriarty. He didn't question the ability of the "psychiatrist", but it seemed too fast.

His tone was relaxed, but he asked half tentatively, "Why did you make this decision?"

Clara restrained her smile, and this time she didn't choose to write it out, but said it herself.

As expected, her voice was hoarse, as if her vocal cords had been torn. Even so, it could not reduce her cruelty at all: "I can't get it, at least I can destroy it."

That's right...

Only then did Moriarty feel relieved, and then he seemed to remember something, and said, "Why should I trust you, what if you are secretly teaming up with Sherlock Holmes to trick me?"

"I will prove to you," her voice was harsh, but the content was very pleasant, "and, I know why you came to me in the first place, Mr. Moriarty."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, as if listening attentively.

"Yao Sulin." She said a name.

It all started here.

Clara smiled apologetically, as if her throat was really overwhelmed, so she took out the paper again and started writing.

Moriarty quietly waited for the lady to surprise him.

"Yao Sulin's confession, the clues left by Shan, that's what you want to know. From the beginning, I planned to use me to help you find out."

Moriarty remained silent, watching her continue writing.

"But look at my attitude. I'm not sure whether there are really so-called 'confessions' and 'evidences', so I didn't tell me directly, because you are afraid that after I find out, I will use this to investigate you instead."

Moriarty shot her a dangerous look.

"Evidence and confession are actually there, sir."

She continued to write.

"I can bring them out to you, sir."

Moriarty patted the table, interrupted her swishing pen, and said with a sneer, "I don't think I need your help, Clara."

Clara showed puzzled eyes and continued to write: "Are you sure?"

"Why am I not sure?" Moriarty asked her intelligently.

Clara didn't hide her tricks, and wrote honestly: "Because the people you placed in the organization were sent to the United States by the boss, do you have other people?"

Clara looked at Moriarty, and finally looked at the other person with a serious expression. He asked, "Sent to the United States...?"

"Mr. Moriarty, you shouldn't underestimate me," Clara wrote rather dissatisfied. "Something is too obvious, isn't it? You say I have good marksmanship, but in fact, no one except the insiders Knowing that my marksmanship is good, and many people have stopped talking about marksmanship over the years."

She seemed to want to explain everything.

"Mr. Sniper in the United States, I remember his name is James, he has been monitoring me, just during the time I went to the United States."

Moriarty glanced at her, who grinned and said hoarsely, "Am I right?"

Very harsh.

This woman seemed like a different person.

Moriarty smiled at her. "What else do you know?"

Clara stopped writing and thought for a while: "I don't know, I'll tell you when I meet."

"Then let me ask you a few questions." Moriarty suddenly turned his back on the guest, and fixed his eyes on this completely different woman. "Do you know about Irene Adler?"

Clara nodded with a smile.

"You also know Yao Sulin's confession?"

Clara shook her head and wrote a line: "I was afraid of being tested by you, so I didn't go to understand the specific content."

so clever...

"How many cases have you found about me?" Moriarty was silent for a while, and finally asked this question, "I really underestimated you in the past, it seems that the answer to this question will not be the same as what I thought of."

Clara wrote a number on the paper, and Moriarty immediately looked ugly.

He lowered his voice: "How many cases have evidence?"

Clara blinked and smiled: "I forgot, all submitted."

Moriarty half wanted to strangle her.

"So..." Clara's piercing voice sounded again, "I think you can consider my solution and write it on the back."

Moriarty looked at her frankness, and finally said: "I don't seem to have a choice."

"I have no choice." She said coldly, "I want to use your hand to achieve my goal."

Moriarty was used to this voice, it was almost like Snow White's stepmother shedding her beautiful appearance and revealing her ugly witch.

"What's your purpose?" Moriarty looked at the woman who was bold enough to negotiate with him.

She brought the water next to her to moisten her throat, and her frowning finally eased for a while, before she continued: "First, I want you to cure Louise, and then tell Winslow to never get close to her; then... ..."

A trace of fatigue appeared between Clara's brows: "I want to leave London forever."

Moriarty sneered, and was still hurt by love after talking for a long time.

"As for Sherlock Holmes," she said suddenly, "I think you dislike him too—"

"But I don't want to ruin him," Moriarty said. "I think he's funny."

Clara smiled and said, "I'm an expert, Mr. Liar, do you think I can't see that this sentence is a lie?"

Clara touched her glass lightly to Moriarty's milk cup and said with a smile, "Think about freedom, sir."

Good one to think about freedom.

Moriarty felt that it was too easy for her to let her go.

So he pondered for a while and made a "small request".

"Clara, I do want those confessions," Moriarty said in a gentle voice, "but it's not enough. I can't trust you enough. I'm too worried that you and Mr. Holmes have teamed up to deceive me, so I need more of you." Do something to make me trust you, after all I am too insecure, so... can you understand me..."

Clara frowned.

Moriarty tilted her head as a gesture, and Clara had an epiphany, so she sat next to him. Moriarty approached her and whispered something to her.

Before the words were finished, Clara's expression froze for a moment, but she pursed her lips, and after weighing it, she finally chose to nod.

However, suddenly the door slammed, and both of them looked at the door, and saw a young girl with a childish face holding vegetables in her arms. She looked like a student. She opened her mouth as if surprised, and then Noticing the gaze of the two, he immediately lowered his head, pushed his glasses, put the paper bag with vegetables beside him, then turned his head and left.

Clara glanced at Moriarty suspiciously.

The latter's expression was calm, without any ups and downs: "Neighbor."

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