[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

late at night.

Sudden heavy rain.

A small cottage on the outskirts of London.

An elderly couple lit the fire in the fireplace. The flames were burning so brightly that people's faces were flushed. They cuddled up to each other and sat on the sofa to watch TV, but the rain was really heavy, and it fell on the window. It seemed like God was venting his anger. Even if the volume of the TV was turned up to the maximum, it still couldn't cover up the sound of the rain.

"It's very rare to see such a heavy rain!" The person who spoke was a woman named Su, who was very old, with gray hair, and her voice was hoarse from the years, "George, don't you think so?"

"What did you say?" Apparently the man beside her is also old. Although Su tried to speak loudly, he still couldn't hear clearly, but the couple's life for so many years had already made him understand each other, and he had to think hard. After a while, he said with the same feeling, "Yeah, with such a heavy rain, I don't know if Carolin will come back. His Dodge can't stand it."

Caroline is their only son. Although he is middle-aged, he is still working in a government job with high and low wages. The salary is not high, but it is stable and has statutory holidays.

He can be regarded as mediocre, but fortunately, he can barely be called filial piety. During holidays, whenever he is free, he will come back to accompany this old couple.

And the reason why the old man George remembers that Dodge is because their son Carolin once drove them for a ride, as if children couldn’t help showing off their new toys for a few days, and his tone was full of contented.

But with such heavy rain today, both the husband and wife thought that their son would never come back.

"Knock down."

"George, did you hear the knock on the door? I seem to hear someone knocking on the door?" Su listened carefully, but felt that it wasn't very real, but with a ten-thousandth expectation in her heart, she still shook her head. Standing up unsteadily, "I'll go and see, you sit and watch TV, maybe Carolin is back."

She walked very slowly, and it took a while to reach the door, and when she got closer, she heard the knock on the door. With a bit of urgency, she opened the door with a "squeak", "Who is it?" Huh?" The voice of the old man was mixed with the splashing rain, and one could hear the disappointment after longing.

The target was a middle-aged man with his arms folded. He seemed to be shivering from the cold, and at the same time, a lot of rain was hitting him. In the distance was a car, which couldn't be seen clearly, but Su I thought, maybe this guy's car just broke down around here, and that's why he came to visit their house.

"I, can I sit at your house?" The man smiled a little embarrassedly, "I wanted to go home and visit my parents, but I didn't expect that it was raining so hard and the road conditions like this, I can't go back either." His expression was a bit sentimental, "I haven't seen them for a long time, I miss them very much, and I don't know if they still miss me."

This sentimental emotion obviously infected Su. Su, who was still a bit skeptical just now, thought about himself, then thought of the child who hadn't returned yet, and his parents who were waiting for this man to return. He couldn't help sighing softly. tone.

"Come in," she said.

"Thank you. God bless you. May you be rewarded for your good deeds." The man looked surprised and did not forget to express his sincere thanks.

Su suppressed the last trace of doubt.

This should be just a passerby, right?

Such a sincere thanks.

after an hour.

At this time, the rain outside had stopped, and the tightly closed door of the small villa was suddenly opened, shattering the tranquility. The middle-aged man with a modest smile swung slowly in front of a car.

It was a Dodge car****an.

The car gradually moved away.

But no one saw that this person's hands were covered with blood, and in the trunk was a man that the couple could no longer wait for.

No one could see who he had brutally killed.

There is ysunday ("Black Sunday") in the car, and the song has a sad tone, which makes people want to cry.

You,

The little white flower will no longer wake you up

ayou

black sad hearse, took you

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During the few days when Moriarty was injured, Qiao Xi took care of him like a fragile paper doll, doing laundry, cooking, serving tea and water, serving Moriarty like a pampered boudoir in ancient times Miss (...), she regards herself as an almighty maid, and this has successfully allowed him to live a happy life of "clothes, hands, food, mouth".

——It’s not right!

#Well, I didn't say anything#

"Mr. Brooke, drink water. It's lukewarm." Qiao Xi handed the water to the man with a smile on her face. The expression on her face was very pale, but the smile was genuine. Her joy could be seen. After all, the doctor also said that Brooke was lucky. Well, the injury is nothing serious, and he can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of recuperation.

"You don't need this, Xixi, I can do all these things myself." Moriarty rubbed the center of his brows with a headache. Qiao Xi has taken care of him so attentively these days, everything from underwear to underwear Food, at first he was a little curious about the other party's purpose, but when he happened to see Qiao Xi's guilty gaze, he instantly realized the reason.

She is feeling guilty.

He felt that it was all because of her that he had such a thing.

So she took such meticulous care, in fact, she wanted to atone for her own sin.

A flood of empathy that can be exploited.

#Although I say this, it’s a shame for a girl to wash her underwear and pants#

#Sister is too guilty for me, what should I do if I take too much care, urgent, wait online#

He immediately realized this characteristic of the girl.

She is feeling guilty towards him, and this kind of guilt, if used properly, can be transformed into liking when mixed with the existing good feelings.

Girls like it...

Such a beautiful, reckless thing, with the youthful vigor of a girl, is reckless, which really makes people deeply fascinated.

Isn't the best thing to use is love?

He took the water, shook his head helplessly, thanked him gently, then took a sip and put the teacup aside.

"Okay, go and rest, you're tired too." He told with a smile, but Qiao Xi still stood there, seeing her frowning at the ground, she probably wanted to clean up, so Moriarty said seriously Staring at Qiao Xi with an expression of "you don't go to rest, baby, you know?", which obviously touched Qiao Xi's cute spot, she gave a chuckle, responded repeatedly, and then jumped up and down Jumped out the door.

Everything is still the same as she calculated.

Moriarty may already have doubts, but the fact that he can't find any clues will make him keep this little bit of doubt in his heart. After all, this little bit of doubt is not worth giving up his plan at this level.

And Moriarty's appearance, age, figure, size (...), when these detailed information are all in her hands, it is not difficult at all to create another Moriarty.

In order to get close to her, Moriarty changed his disguise and gave himself the identity of Richard Brooke.

He wanted to satirize Mr. Detective, but by accident, he got close to her.

What a sacrifice!What a great dedication!

And what a pity that Moriarty's name is empty here!

So in return for Moriarty, let her create a Moriarty.

She had said that Mr Susson was a good pawn, if not the best.

But he also has excellent criminal talent.

And this talent includes acting.

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Karena's death shocked many people.

When Rogers died, Cedric was also at the scene. He had a knife in his hand, and the knife was stained with blood, which made him once considered the murderer of Rogers.Although Sherlock deduced that he should not be the murderer, the test showed that the blood on the dagger was indeed Rogers', which means that this dagger was indeed one of the murder weapons that killed Rogers.

This can be regarded as a slap in the face for Sherlock. Fortunately, he deduced that the most suspected person, that is, Karenna, was the most likely murderer. Na died again.

Also died in Cedric's ward.

Lestrade even really wanted to think that the doctor's casual statement would come true—Sid had really changed, and he had become a complete murderer and a mentally ill person.

"I'm not a murderer." And that was the first thing Sid said when they went to the hospital to see the body and look at Sid by the way.

"Sid..." The police officer hesitated how to speak.

"I admit that I really wanted to kill Rutgers, but after I entered that office, I was knocked out."

He wanted to explain urgently, and there was a bit of grievance in his voice.

"What about Karenna? You didn't kill her?" Sherlock frowned.

"Karena? I haven't seen her, I just woke up not long ago." Sid scratched his head in doubt, and then the expression on his face suddenly became frightened, "Wait, she...she's dead! "

"Who did it?!" As if he had just woken up and couldn't bear such a big blow, his expression was a little distorted.

"Everyone says yes," Sherlock paused, with a little more meaning in his tone, "You."