[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Irene Adler shot Blackwood in the shoulder - when Blackwood personally went to the Whitechapel parish to deal with Sykes, it was such a shot that completely collapsed Sykes, who was deeply hallucinated, and fell to the sky.

Now that the same position was injured, Blackwood staggered and knelt on the ground.

It is enough to have this opportunity.

Sherlock Holmes has reached the docks.Several people in black robes jumped off the boat suddenly, and Mary stood on a high place and shouted warning: "Sir, be careful!"

The detective drew out his cane directly.

Without further ado, Irene aimed and fired again, helping Mr. Holmes clear a path.He stopped the members of the Illuminati who were trying to drag Blackwood aboard.

At this time, the police who followed Holmes finally arrived at the pier.

The ensuing pursuit process became extremely easy: Mr. Holmes personally subdued several members of the Illuminati who tried to resist, and handcuffed Blackwood.Blood stained most of his clothes, so after arresting Blackwood, the police had to send him to the hospital first. In order to prevent this guy from running away again, Inspector Lestrade even took care of him regardless of his hard work.

The subsequent progress of the case, just like the last time the eradication of Professor Moriarty's influence in the UK, has already exceeded the scope of Mary's help.

But because she knew Inspector Lestrade and Mr. Mycroft, Mary was not kept in the dark like the economic case, and knew nothing except that a "government agent" came to help .

On the third day after Blackwood's arrest, Mr. Mycroft wrote a letter to Mary with his own hand, the handwriting on the letter paper was exactly the same as the note on that day - they all said that the handwriting was the same as the handwriting of Sherlock Holmes He has sharp edges and corners, flamboyant and flamboyant. Just by looking at the handwriting, you can tell that he is a decisive and sensitive person.His elder brother, Mycroft Holmes, had a flawless handwriting, with a beautiful cursive handwriting as correct as a future typeface.

"I must thank you again for your help, Miss Mary," Mr. Mycroft wrote politely. The role is still irreplaceable. I know you will be as embarrassed as before when you see such words, please don't do this, Miss, take a step back, if it is not for your kindness and sympathy to help Lei Detective Strade is pursuing Nancy's death, and we will not quickly find out the clues of the Illuminati. And I know Sherlock's temperament well. In his eyes, the "ordinary unknown female corpse" that the detective said will never cause trouble. He noticed."

Seeing this, Mary actually touched her slightly hot face.

Don't think that she usually praised others for her righteousness, but when it was others' turn to praise herself, Mary always felt that her skin suddenly became thinner, and she just couldn't bear these compliments and compliments.

She believed that even without herself, Sherlock would have noticed the movement of the Illuminati—even if she hadn't at the beginning, wouldn't she have noticed that Sykes had gone mad and died?It's just a matter of one day and one day later. The front line of the case has been dragged on for so long, and Mary feels that the impact will not be too great.

Still, she appreciated Mr. Mycroft's affirmation.

It seems that she is not bad as an entry-level detective, Mary thought happily, not everyone can get the help and approval of Mr. Holmes, right?

"As for the rest, please leave it to me." After the polite opening, Mr. Mycroft went straight to the key topic, "Blackwood's plan lasted for many years, and he was very careful, and he tried his best not to leave any money in the accounts every time. However, it still caused me and my subordinates to discover the problem. It's just that the Illuminati will involve a lot, including my enemies. But I assure you, when Blackwood's hanging is over, the Illuminati, rooted in the shadows, will It is bound to be eradicated. You almost fell victim to them, Miss Mary, and you deserve this promise."

What should be promised are those innocent people who died in the case.

"I know that you assist Sherlock in his investigations and, like him, want nothing but the truth, and it is an affront to your sincerity to mention any payment. But people eat, Miss Mary, London The price of goods is not cheap, I believe you will think that my funding is reasonable after practical considerations—the money comes from the stolen money of the Illuminati, and you should take it for granted.”

Seeing this, Mary picked up the envelope, only to find that there was a receipt in the envelope besides the letter.

It is a ten-year rent receipt that has been paid.

Mary: "..."

Well, stolen money from the Illuminati.As Mr. Mycroft said, she felt a lot more at ease when she realized that Blackwood had "paid for it".

She almost died in that guy's underground altar, and the compensation for ten years' rent should be regarded as evening out personal grievances.

However, seeing Mr. Mycroft's signature, Mary only felt that while most of the shadow of death that had accumulated in her heart for a long time dissipated, it inevitably became more bitter and heavy.

Blackwood and his henchmen were arrested and brought to justice, which also means that they will usher in a funeral.

Ms. Irene Adler personally paid for a decent cemetery for the victims implicated in the Illuminati case—Henry and Dawson, and Nancy, who died protecting little Oliver.She had the buried dead removed to a reasonably clean cemetery near the parish of Whitechapel.

It was raining in London on the day of the funeral.

Mary changed into a black dress, held an umbrella, and stood at the back of the mourning line.

The cemetery is located on a hillside. Compared with the dirty and dilapidated slums, it is clean and peaceful.Not only Mary and Irene, Mr. Brownlow and little Oliver were invited to attend the funeral, but also Irish workers and poor people who came directly in patched clothes and braved the rain.

Gentlemen stand side by side with workmen, ladies side by side with poor people.I am afraid that such funerals have not been held several times in London.

"Miss Mary."

After the funeral, they left the cemetery, and Mr. Brownlow walked over with little Oliver.

"Sir," Mary nodded, then smiled at little Oliver beside him, "and you, Oliver. I'm sorry about Blackwood."

Mr. Brownlow shook his head: "You don't have to apologize for your righteous actions, Miss Mary. I'm so surprised that Blackwood is such a person. I don't know people well. This kind of thing has happened to little Oliver. I’ve done it once, but I didn’t expect…”

Oliver: "It's not your fault!"

The angelic boy showed a look of resentment, his little fair face flushed with anger.

"Sir Blackwood betrayed everyone's trust and love," he said angrily. Even Fagan can repent and repent, he's not even as good as old Fagan!"

Although the little boy still has a heart of gold after suffering, he knows more than his peers.Mary didn't know how Mr. Brownlow explained to little Oliver that Blackwood had committed a crime, maybe he was hiding something.Judging by the boy's reaction, he seemed more angry at Blackwood's impiety and deceit than what he did.

fair enough.

Mary bent down, patted little Oliver on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm not hurt, thank you."

Seeing her gentle smile, little Oliver blushed.

"I'm sorry," the boy said in a low voice, "I still, still hoped that Miss Mary would marry him. Now that I think about it, I'm too selfish, Miss, to do it just for myself, just... I'm sorry!"

"..."

It's never your turn to apologize!

The boy's guilt made Mary a little helpless. She reached out and hugged Oliver who was still trying to apologize, looked at his flushed face full of astonishment, and said earnestly, "Okay, I forgive you."

Oliver was startled, and then also smiled: "Thank you, Miss Mary."

Mr. Brownlow: "Not only does he want to thank you, miss, but I have also been thinking about how to thank you for finding the blood of my friend who was strayed outside. This kind of kindness cannot be repaid, and I just heard Miss Irene mention it yesterday, You assist the police in tracking down the crimes of the Illuminati, and you are not paid at all, are you?"

Mary did not deny this: "Blackwood's hands were bloody for his beliefs, and the drugs he designed were distributed to the slums, trying to use drugs to control the poor. The Illuminati case is too involved. Even if I don't get paid, I have the obligation to dig out the truth .”

"You are very kind, Miss Mary," said Mr. Brownlow, movingly, "and please let me pay for you instead."

Mary was taken aback.

It wasn't until Mr. Brownlow took out the check from his pocket that she realized exactly what the sentence was referring to.

"How does this work!"

Mary said hastily: "I have done nothing for you, sir, and no matter what the reason is, there is no reason for you to pay for it!"

Besides, Mr. Mycroft had helped her pay ten years' rent, ten years' rent!When she first moved into the rented apartment a few months ago, Mary was still nervously thinking about what she would do with her food and clothing expenses for the next year.Food and clothing are trivial matters, and the most important thing to live in London for a long time is the rent.

Now that the problems for the next ten years have been solved, Mary feels that such a reward is extremely generous.

"Besides, I've been paid for by someone on behalf of the government," said Mary. "Please don't worry about me, Mr. Brownlow."

I know that the characters in your novels are generous and kind, but what is the reason for everyone rushing to give money!Mary couldn't laugh or cry, and Mr. Brownlow's kindness made her feel very warm.

After all, it was someone else's kindness, so it's not good for Mary to refuse directly.

She thought for a while, then smiled and said, "If you must pay, let little Oliver come."

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this: "But, Miss Mary, I don't know anything?"

Mary: "Then I will name you to pay you, do you want to shirk?"

"what……"

The little boy showed confusion when he heard Mary's embarrassing words.

But out of his trust in Mary, he still said rather embarrassingly: "Since Mary, Ms. Mary wants me to pay, then I will pay. Even if I am asked to be a servant, I will not shirk it!"

What kind of manservant does she want as a single girl, besides, you are only ten years old, and it is not your turn to be a manservant.

Mary just smiled and bent down to close the distance with Oliver, and nodded her cheek: "Here, why don't you pay the reward soon?"

Oliver's eyes suddenly lit up.

How could a smart and sincere boy not understand Mary's request? He was pleasantly surprised and surprised. Seeing Mary smiling and expecting, he walked out of Mr. Brownlow's umbrella without saying a word, and threw himself into Mary's arms.

"Bless you, Miss Mary."

Oliver said sincerely: "I will pray to God every night, praying that he will best wishes to come to you!"

After speaking, the angelic boy stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on Mary's cheek.

This kiss was like a spring breeze, soothing Mary's heavy heart.

Be it death or fear, because the shadow of the unknown and bloody entanglement in Mary's heart has never been completely eradicated, it completely dissipated under the innocent and sincere kiss of little Oliver.

Seeing Oliver's bright smiling face, Mary let out a long sigh of relief, truly relaxing.

Even the ten-year rent gifted by Mr. Mycroft was nothing in comparison.

"Now I'm getting my paycheck," Mary laughed. "Thank you, Oliver."

That's what it means to be a detective.

Thinking back, how naive I was when I first yearned for the so-called "detective" just because of the adventure and novelty.The moment you step into the slums and witness the lives of the poor, this era full of dangers and opportunities is no longer as simple as "reading in the book".

The gratitude of the Milton workers and little Oliver's kiss made Mary deeply realize that she is not a bystander, nor has she entered the book, she is alive in this world, and their "reward" is Mary's The highest meaning given to color by life.

From this point of view, she should thank little Oliver instead.

Saying goodbye to little Oliver, Mary watched Mr. Brownlow disappear out of sight with him.Then the Irish workers who had left suddenly returned in a hurry.

That was the young girl who was often with Miss Morstan on weekdays. She called Mary in a panic: "Miss! Did you see Morstan? She disappeared before the funeral was over. I didn't pay attention at the time, but the funeral is over." We should go back to the factory in the end, but no one saw her in the factory! I, I'm afraid she will do something stupid!"

Miss Morstan is missing?

She was fine when the funeral started.

"Don't think too much," Mary said soothingly, "If you want to do something stupid, you've already done it. Would you still wait until the funeral is over?"

Although the funeral had just been held, Dawson and Henry...had actually been dead for some time.Mary was sure that Miss Morstan would not suddenly lose her mind after so long.Did not go to work in the factory, maybe she just wanted to be quiet.Among the Irish workers, the three of them have the best relationship, and it is normal to want to find a special place to mourn alone.

So, where will she go to mourn alone?

After a second thought, Mary thought of the answer.

"I know where she is," she said, "you go back to work first, and I'll go find Morstan."

After persuading the workers away, Mary left the cemetery and went straight to the slums.

After the Illuminati case, many people died in the parish of Whitechapel.Even if Mary didn't change into a maid outfit, her black dress and black umbrella are enough to prove her identity.Looking at her funeral attire, it was too late for others to avoid her.

Especially after she walked directly into the gathering area of ​​Irish workers.

Mary walked into the long indoor alley, and the dark alley in the past was even more silent and deserted during working hours.Mary pushed open a door familiarly-it was the place where she first met Miss Morstan.

At that time, Mary was ignorant, followed Sherlock Holmes, and walked directly into the slums in the lady's clothes.The intrusion of her and the detective interrupted the singing and drinking party of the workers, but after knowing the identity of Holmes, the sincere workers immediately responded with the warmest kindness.

But now, there is no singing, no drinking party, no crowded workers, only Mary Morstan alone.

The red-haired Irish girl, sitting at the empty table and chairs, looked up when the door opened, and beautiful Miss Morstan burst into tears.