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When Nora opened her eyes again, there was still darkness in front of her eyes, but she slowly turned her head as if aware of it, fixed her eyes on a certain point in the void, listened quietly for a few seconds, and the corner of her mouth slightly twitched. sip.

"Noon...maybe it's night?" Nora murmured in a low voice, and then she lowered her head and smiled with a calm voice, "Good evening, mysterious Mr. M."

In the silence, a man's laughter suddenly sounded. The voice was about forty years old, with a mature and magnetic voice, and the rhythm was slow when he spoke, pulling out a stable charm unique to adult men, "Good evening, Miss Nora, I hope you won't think it too impolite when we meet for the first time."

"Ha, in fact, I would like to thank Miss Marianne and Mr. Soldier for their warm hospitality." Nora tilted her head, speaking ironically, "Of course, if I can have a cup of hot water and a bowl of mashed potatoes right now Better."

The other party seems to be smiling. To be honest, she can't see his face clearly at all, and naturally she doesn't know what his expression is at the moment. She can only judge the other party's psychological activities by the tone and speed of his speech, "Ah, I am very sorry for this." Sorry, next time we will be more thorough in this regard, after all, in my impression, your most loyal friend should have found here earlier than I expected."

next time?What is he implying?Nora twitched the corners of her mouth. Excessive hunger and the cold pain from her wrists made her a lot weaker, and even her usual fast and crisp tone became slow, "To be honest, so A special and impressive meeting, I hope this is the last time... As for my friend, well... Mr. M, as the most powerful crime expert in London, I think that in the face of the many difficulties set And in front of the pretense, even a day or two at night is justifiable."

She was secretly satirizing the "pregnant train" case because of the opponent's deliberate confusion and difficulties.

"You are very special, and very smart." The other party seemed to adjust his sitting posture, and he could vaguely hear the subtle sound of cloth rubbing against each other. M's deep and steady voice was very clear in the dark—if it wasn't for the strange situation, she might even have misunderstood it. She thought it was a friendly meeting, because she couldn't hear any hostility in the other party's voice, but was full of peace and intimacy, "Although you are not the smartest woman I have ever met, at least you look In the heart of Mr. Rock Holmes, you are the most special."

"Thank you for the compliment." Nora replied calmly.

"Actually, you don't have to be so vigilant." M slowed down his tone, "I admire all talented and intelligent people, they are usually of immeasurable value, and I have great patience and patience for such people. tolerant."

"Oh." Nora was flattered, "If the 'talent' and 'smart' you mean are the Greek beauty with extraordinary beauty and Mr. Sharpshooter, I think Sherlock and I are far from ashamed of ourselves. Thank you for being so patient and tolerant."

The other party exaggeratedly sighed softly, "Actually, I have always been very curious, and I think your close friend often has my question--Miss Nora Sharp, a maid and the daughter of a down-and-out businessman, has never accepted Had a decent education, couldn't afford a tutor, had mopped more floors than read books before, and all relatives and friends commented as 'quiet and timid' - well, in the eyes of most people, it is so ordinary and unremarkable The humble girl came to London because she was looking for relatives, and she met our respectable Mr. Sherlock Holmes by chance, and then she suddenly became brilliant, and even won the favor of Mr. Detective, who is extremely strict in making friends... This paragraph Inspirational stories that every tabloid loves so much, what do you think differently?"

Nora smiled, her expression remained unchanged, "Mysterious Mr. M, how many crystal clear jewels are buried in the dark and unfathomable seabed in the world, and how many fragrant flowers are unknown--I think that a person In the face of recognizing what she is really interested in and has a very gifted ability in this area, it is like being reborn and reborn. 'Inspirational' is not an accurate description of a person's true value-well, you see, in a Before [-], we never heard of a genius of extraordinary ability and mind who quietly rose in the London criminal world, and he provided a number of successful mysteries that have not yet been found out. The idea and the key help, it is expected to attract some people's attention but can't be tracked... In my opinion, the small troubles between me and Sherlock can't be compared with the brilliant achievements of this genius, you What do you think?"

"Hmm, it seems that you remember the information provided by Mr. Mycroft Holmes very clearly." The other party smiled in a low voice, "I gladly accept your generous compliment, and I am almost ashamed of your wonderful and Convinced by quotations from classics."

Nora subconsciously wanted to shrug her shoulders, but later found that it was too difficult to do this in the bound state, so she gave up, just raised her eyebrows, and didn't care whether the other party could see it, "Do you think there is something wrong with my past?" Doubtful? Then go ahead and look it up - I still stand by my statement that one's hidden talent only emerges when one encounters something of genuine interest, like your successful research on crime Same."

"Ah, compared to 'crime', I would prefer another more precise and more literary term—the noble art of walking on the edge of the law and gaining some small benefits from it."

"'The thugs are talking about liberty and liberation, but wanting to act recklessly'." Nora smiled. "Whatever you say, withholding opinions is a polite and should be commended behavior."

The other party's breathing lightened slightly, and he seemed to be very happy. His voice sounded restrained and elegant, which made people have the urge to approach him involuntarily, "I have benefited a lot from talking with you... I haven't talked to you for a long time. There are times when one is so focused, and the last time this feeling came from seeing a very special and interesting article in a low-profile journal."

Nora sighed, "I have already persuaded Sherlock not to publish those nonsense things, but he just won't listen."

"Sherlock Holmes is a generous and gifted gentleman." The other party made no secret of his evaluation of the detective. "I was very impressed by the paper on the 'art of detection'. The—deductive method?”

"Oh," Nora smiled, "I thought it was the "Thesis on Typewriters and their Relation to Crime."

This ridicule did not change the color of the other party at all, his voice was still low and gentle, "I really appreciate his unique views and conclusions on solving cases, but I am very curious, if this view can be used for more practical purposes How crucial would it be to find a missing important friend, for example?"

His meaningful words were only exchanged for Nora's calm and bright smile, "I guess... probably after dusk, before midnight?"

"Oh?" The other party seemed a little surprised, and was about to speak, but suddenly paused—someone knocked lightly on the door, and the rhythmic knock on the door was probably another hint, because the mysterious Mr. M paused for a few minutes. Seconds later, he stood up from his seat, thought for a while, and then spoke politely to Nora again, "I think, maybe your guess is correct."

After another pause for a while, he seemed a little curious, "If you want, would you mind telling me exactly where there is a flaw?"

"You've done a good job." Nora sincerely praised, "Even when Sherlock was called to the so-called 'police department', I didn't immediately suspect that it was to distract him so that he could attack me. But it's a pity Yes, you shouldn't underestimate the vigilance of a man who has been with a detective for four years - I had a moderate struggle before I was knocked out, and in the process I Scattered the dirt from Watson's garden on the boots of Mr. Sharpshooter... Since you pay so much attention to Sherlock, I think you should have read his "Monograph on Tracking Footprints"?"

The other party suddenly realized, and then patted his palm lightly, "I see. I have to say, your hand is very beautiful, Miss Nora...hmm, if I am not convinced of your unwavering feelings for Mr. Holmes, I will I really want to hire you to work for me with a lot of money."

Nora's heart sank, but he heard his voice full of regret in the darkness, "Ah, although I am very sad, it is indeed time to say goodbye to you——I am very much looking forward to our next meeting, dear Nora."

"Me too." She falsely responded, paused, and then asked very sincerely, "Is it an honor to know your name, Mr. M?"

"Moriarty." The other party replied readily, without fear, and with a gentle tone, "Send my regards to Mr. Holmes."

He opened the door, and the dim light leaked in for a moment. She had to close her eyes and turn her head slightly, only vaguely seeing a broad figure with a crutch on the doorknob, and her fingers on the doorknob looked gentle And powerful.

Moriarty... She silently said the name, and suddenly remembered something, her eyes revealed a look of shock and heaviness at the same time.

Moriarty--she finally remembered, not that she had met the man, but from hearsay to a certain extent--the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, he had no match in his life except for Several formidable enemies troubled him, and it was clear that the man who called himself Moriarty was the most troublesome opponent of the old friend she had never thought of.

A fateful encounter, fate is always so helpless.After spending four years of peaceful, happy and fulfilling time, these things will finally go away from them. This will be a doomed duel between justice and evil.

From then on, they will face countless difficulties and crises, some of which may even endanger her life.And will she choose to fulfill her previous promise, choose to follow loyally, or avoid his edge and leave him?

Nora sat in the silent darkness, thinking silently.

Until the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps outside approached, and then the door was kicked open with a rude force, making a loud bang.She squinted her eyes and raised her head, and a tall and thin figure appeared in her retina. She couldn't see the other person's face clearly under the backlight, only the pair of particularly bright gray pupils were particularly clear in her sight.

Well, you are finally here, Sherlock, although it is much later than expected.

Nora squinted her eyes and smiled slightly, seeing Watson rushing in and squatting down anxiously, asking her about her situation anxiously, while trying to untie the rope for her.And she shook her head lightly, her smile still bright, and said softly to the person standing by the door, "Long time no see... Ha, Happy New Year, Sherlock."