[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

The ID on the other party's chest clearly stated his identity, the photo was of himself, and the seal was up to standard. The person in front of him was a serious assistant, not someone pretending to be him.

What's more, even if you take ten thousand steps back, he is not afraid. Who would dare to murder him in front of everyone?

And he was already at the door of the court hearing. Drinking a glass of water can bring you eternal peace. In addition, he was already a little thirsty, so this was obviously a suitable deal, so he took it without hesitation. The bottle of mineral water satirized the other party as usual, and then watched the clumsy guy leave, opened the door and entered the court.

Then he was speechless.

From the groundless accusations against him to the final reversal, he wanted to say a lot, but his throat seemed to be locked, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Fortunately, the effect of the drug came and went quickly. With Moriarty's conviction, the trial ended.

The audience walked towards the exit in twos and threes, and as the crowd thinned out, Moriarty was led down, at this moment Sherlock suddenly felt his voice break free, seeing his lawyer pack up his things He was about to leave, and he quickly chased after him. The advantage of his height and long legs allowed him to catch up with a certain fast-paced lady easily, and blocked her in the corridor.

"At that time, you deliberately talked to me to make me thirsty because of talking too much, and then because of your calculations, you had to drink a glass of water with added ingredients before going to court, so that I couldn't speak, and even more so. There is no way to hinder the implementation of your plan in court, am I right, Miss Mira?"

Mira, who was holding a stack of documents, raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Sherlock is indeed a smart person, but you made a mistake." Someone's cell phone rang suddenly, blasting the phone here. There was peace, "It's his plan, I'm just doing things according to his orders, at best I'm just an executor."

"Calamity?" Sherlock asked subconsciously, although he had already made up his mind.

Mira, who had just picked up the phone, responded casually. She replied with a few words of "hmm, huh, huh", and then handed over the phone, "Someone is looking for you."

"Good day, Mr. Sherlock." There was a girl's crisp voice on the phone, "Long time no see, I miss you very much.

Your throat should be back to normal, right?Thanks also for your help in the courtroom, things went just as I imagined, those who deserved to go to jail and those who deserved to be punished got punished.

Although the time wasted is a bit long, this trip to London still makes me feel very meaningful. "

Sherlock frowned, "Miss Erichdore looks more confident than before, but it's not a good thing that subjective feelings affect acquired judgment.

That potion that makes people speechless is your masterpiece?What a despicable means. "

"The means that can win can be called a strategy, and the loser's plan can only be praised as poor." The girl responded indifferently, "Also, even if your medicine recovers early, it doesn't matter if you can talk , to me, it’s just Dora going into the water alone.”

"You know that public opinion is the best weapon, Mr. Sherlock.

There are too many ignorant people pretending to be wise in the world. As long as a little inducement and a little specious evidence are given, the onlookers can imagine a complete story, and in this story, the misery or degree of all the characters will be magnified more than ten times. "

Her relaxed tone seemed to be full of ridicule, "Because in that position, I am the most obvious weak person, so when a friendly person who helps me reveals his ugly intentions, the onlookers will not hesitate to show their sympathy. They will use the most sinister ideas to speculate on that person, and the authenticity of the evidence that appears at this time will be invisible.

Once spread ten to ten spread hundreds of times, even if something with only one-third of the authenticity becomes the truth in the end. "

"But you are relying on solid evidence against Moriarty." The detective pointed.

"What is the evidence, my handsome detective?"

"If you want to get an official answer, then I think the Internet is your most loyal answerer." Sherlock held the phone, his face as calm and calm as ever, "but I think at this moment you should first Answer my question, are you calamity, Miss Erichdore?"

"Are you joking, Mr. Sherlock?" Seemingly shocked by her guess, Qiao Xi's voice was undisguisedly surprised, "But forget it, a name is just a code name. It doesn't have to be calamity either.

If you want me to be, I'm fine.

Let's talk about my business first, the reason why I made this call is actually to ask you for a favor, but in exchange," the girl's voice was full of temptation, "I can provide you with information about calamity. "

"What's busy?" He didn't ask a meaningless question like "Do you know who Calamity is?"

"Help me hand the recording pen in Mira's hand to Moriarty, and then tell him," the girl holding the phone curled her lips, "I hate cheating the most, so no matter what I pay, I will let him Those who deceived me will get what they deserve."

"In exchange, what information should I get?" Sherlock asked calmly, "Also, why did you help Su Sen?"

"I have just answered this question. I hate being deceived, and Su Sen has never deceived me. As for the information, the moment you hand the recording pen into Moriarty's hands, you will understand the answer you want. "The girl's chuckle came from the other end of the phone, as if she was amused by the question he asked, "Stop talking, I have to get on the plane, by the way, tell Moriarty, I reported him for the crime All the informants on the Internet, let him be a good person, although he may not be released from prison in his life."

The next second the call was hung up mercilessly.

"It seems that your rumored boyfriend may not be treated better than me." Mira took the phone, her expression was very relaxed, and even a little teasing.

Mr. Detective had a thought, "Is the matter at your house settled?"

I don't know what this sentence touched. The smile on Mira's face gradually narrowed a bit, and she put the phone back in her pocket nonchalantly, "It is obvious that my useless husband, Ferota Rumil, hired a prostitute. , and was caught on the spot by people from our family, that man's hands are really not usually clean and neat."

"It's just like this?" This is not enough to make the Rumir family succumb.

"Of course it's more than that. Do you think it's just an ordinary bed?" Mira leaned against the pillar behind her, and the coldness of the white bricks penetrated her heart from behind, "Enchanting men|prostitutes, countless Props, the video of Ferota kneeling down and begging someone to whip him hard, not to mention that he was the one who was crushed from beginning to end. You said that if this kind of thing goes out, as long as Ferota is still named Rumil, he will be a disgrace to the family, and the honor of the entire Rumil will be seriously affected."

Her tone was mocking, "As the discoverer, I have already made great contributions to the Edmund family. The investment business this time has made us a lot of money."

"Of course, I'm not sympathizing with him," Mira's expression calmed down a bit, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Sherlock, my last job is to delay you to find Mo Mr Riati's footsteps."

"At this point in time, Calamity should have left London."

By the time Sherlock found Moriarty, he had been placed in a local prison in London.

Perhaps his previous deeds were too horrifying. His cell was guarded by many people, but he was wearing a prison uniform with a calm expression on his face. He leaned against the gray wall, as if he was enjoying the unnecessary sunshine. .

"You look very leisurely." Standing at the door of the prison, Sherlock sarcastically said, and he threw the things in his hands over, "The girl named Erichdore left it for you, and by the way, let me give it to you. Paraphrase a few words."

After listening to what he said, Moriarty remained silent for a rare time. He played with the recording pen in his hand, but he didn't press the switch for a long time.

[I hate cheating the most.So even if I pay something, I will let those who deceive me get the retribution they deserve. 】

So even if she leaked her identity, she would count him into this prison.

What an unlovable girl.

If this is not good, it will always make people sincere and want to ruin it.

"What a ridiculous gift," Moriarty said. "A pity for losers?"

"If you don't open it, what did you hear?"

"Although I really don't want to do what you say, there is no doubt that I am more curious than you about what I will get."

With a bang, he pressed the switch.

The girl's gentle and pleasant voice slipped from the recorder, "Richard Brooke, no, I should call you Moriarty."

The second sentence followed, "Moriarty, are you willing?"

The third sentence was very soft, so soft that the girl's voice could hardly be heard clearly, but Moriarty could hear it clearly, it was a place name.

"Baltimore."