[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Moriarty's new move?

Although Mary has not forgotten that James Moriarty is still in Paris, it seems that he has not moved for a long time since the economic case.

"Moriarty?"

Even Ms. Irene Adler, who has not yet left London, was surprised to hear this name again.The gentle singer looked at Mary in surprise, and then frowned unconsciously: "When I left Paris, he was busy with public speaking and his own courses, and the professor was very busy, it doesn't seem like he has time for small tricks .”

It turned out that Moriarty was really teaching seriously.

As for whether he was busy or not, it was out of Mary's consideration.People at the level of Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty can no longer be defined by the "busyness" of normal people.

"Sherlock didn't explain the specific situation," Mary explained, "He just said that Professor Moriarty is studying a new economic model again, and I don't know where he got the news from."

Mary didn't ask either, not because she didn't want to know, but because she wasn't sure if she could.Just like the previous economic case, the information that Mary could access stopped at Colonel Moran, who caught the professor's minion. If you continue to delve deeper, whether it is economic content or things involving state secrets, Mary is not qualified. understand.

Hearing this, Erin fell into deep thought.

Mary couldn't help asking: "Do you want to stay longer, Irene? You asked the professor for help, but the professor didn't help you. It was Sherlock who helped you get the prescription you needed. This is not a blatant slap in the face of Moriarty." Slap?"

Eileen chuckled lightly.

"I know that Professor Moriarty is not a good man," she said, "but he is not a small-hearted man. My needs have nothing to do with his interests, and the professor doesn't care who finds me a prescription."

Also.

Presumably, in the eyes of the professor, Irene Adler, who went to London to save her lover, is not worth mentioning at all.Even Mary Bennet, or the arrested Colonel Moran, in the eyes of the professor, is probably only at the level of a small soldier, not worthy of his attention at all.

"but."

Seeing that Mary understood her intentions, Irene changed the subject gently: "I really want to stay in London for a while. Mrs. Hindley knew a well-known psychiatrist. He read the prescription of the Illuminati and thought he said It may not be able to improve the prescription and weaken the side effects."

Mary's eyes lit up suddenly: "Then don't you want to stay for a few more days?"

Erin: "It's not just a few days, I think a month or two will be fine."

Mary cheered immediately: "Great... um, but, what about your lover?"

She was half happy, with a stiff smile on her face, whether she was smiling or not—what girl wouldn't want her best friend to stay for a few more days?But Eileen was here for a reason, she had been in London for so long, wouldn't her lover miss her?

Seeing that Mary was in a dilemma, Irene couldn't help but shook her head.

"Don't worry," she said. "If I want to go, no one can stop me. If I want to stay, it won't help if he comes to the door himself."

Irene Adler is exactly that.Mary didn't get along with her for a long time, but the two had similar temperaments and soon became friends.Mary especially likes Irene's character: she looks weak and reasonable, like a dignified lady who can come over and make a difference.However, Mary had seen her draw a gun and shoot with her own eyes, and she knew that Moriarty was a criminal and dared to deal with him, and she was not afraid of the threat of the Illuminati when she came to London, which proved that Irene was not so gentle on the surface.

What kind of man can win the heart of this kind of woman?

Finally, Mary still couldn't hide the curiosity that had always existed in her heart.

"Irene," she asked carefully, "your lover... who is it?"

Erin reacted as if a star had fallen in front of her.

Her confused and pondering expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by brilliance and endless love.The singer's slender eyelashes fluttered, and then she smiled the sweetest, most soulful smile Mary had ever seen.

"He's a genius," said Irene without thinking, "a genius no less than Sherlock Holmes."

"Is he a detective too?" Mary's eyes widened.

"No."

Irene poked Mary's forehead dumbfoundingly: "You, your mind is either about taking risks, or solving cases, or writing articles about adventures and solving cases. Not to mention that only you can bear Holmes' temper, and only Holmes in the world can put up with such a temper." You are considered an ordinary person."

Why did they all poke her forehead, her forehead was going to be dented!

Mary hurriedly covered her forehead. Fortunately, Irene didn't teach people endlessly like Elizabeth.After teasing Mary for a few words, Irene continued: "He is a musician, the greatest musician of this era."

For a moment, the names of countless musicians flashed through Mary's mind: paranoid geeks, even with this restriction, Mary still screened out a lot of candidates.

Not to mention the real musicians in the [-]th century, there are also many characters in the novels!

Just when Mary was about to continue asking, she just opened her mouth and before she could make a sound, Irene's maid hurried in: "Miss Mary, there is a waif who wants to see you. There is something urgent."

waif?It should be Wiggins.

Mary thought something was wrong, and hurriedly asked the maid to invite her into the living room.Sure enough, it was Serena Wiggins. The boy who used to be very airy looked anxious at this moment, and pulled Mary to go out: "Miss Mary, go and comfort Mr. Holmes!"

Hey?

"What?" Mary asked blankly.

"Hey," Wiggins said in a hurry, "the detective has been unable to find the next clue, but we are in a hurry. We dare not talk to him, so we have to come to you."

"..."

You don't dare to offend Sherlock Holmes, who is in a violent state, so just let her go! ?

Mary was very speechless, these street children are really cunning.She looked Little Wiggins up and down, and saw that he was covered with dust, and his hat was still stained with dust, obviously he had just come back from some outdoor occasion.

It can be deduced from this that Holmes should also be investigating outdoors.

"Where is the other person?" asked Mary.

"At the dock," Serena Wiggins replied, "the detective was dressed as a sailor, and he searched with us at the dock all day without any breakthrough. Now the dock is thinking about problems."

"Take me there...wait."

Before Serena Wiggins was happy, Mary thought about it again: "I'll go home and get some things before we go."

After bidding farewell to Irene, Mary first went back to her apartment and took away the novel manuscript on the table, then called a carriage and took Wiggins straight to the dock.

Of course, she didn't forget to change into a low-key coarse cotton dress - the maid's outfit was really unacceptable because it was drilled into the underground sewer and was stained with mud several times.The current clothes were bought by Aunt Buluo from her neighbors with money.

Mary, who was wearing a thick cotton dress, was no different from a female worker in a factory except for her petite figure and fair cheeks.Therefore, when she walked into the dock with her skirt in her hand, she didn't attract much attention.

With Wiggins leading the way, Mary followed him around, and finally got into a woodshed in the dock, where Holmes was.

Besides him there were several other children whom I had seen in Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes wore a striped gown, a red handkerchief around his neck, and that sailor cap, almost no different from ordinary sailors who had just returned from sea—he even painted his skin black and made a long-time Accepting the weathered illusion, Mary might still not have recognized him if she hadn't known in advance that it was Holmes.

He paced back and forth in the dim woodshed, looking at his restless steps, he knew that he was in a predicament of thinking.

As soon as Wiggins entered the door, he shouted: "Mr. Holmes, little Mary—"

Holmes: "Hush."

I am afraid that even if James Moriarty came in person, Holmes would have to finish his thoughts.Mary was not in a hurry, she patted Serena Wiggins on the shoulder: "It's okay, we just wait."

Wiggins nodded aggrievedly: "Okay."

Mary searched around and sat down by the window of the woodshed, which was the brightest place in the room.Taking advantage of the sunlight outside the window, Mary simply took out her manuscript and pencil, and started to make the final revisions, completely ignoring Holmes pacing back and forth in the room.

Are they just so restless and calmly busy with their own affairs? !Such a picture stunned Wiggins.

"Mary, Miss Mary."

The little boy leaned over to Mary and whispered in a low voice, "Are you just sitting like this?"

While revising the draft, Mary said, "What's the rush? He wants the result. Can I think for him, or can I give the answer directly?"

Wiggins: "Uh..."

Mary: "Since you can't, let's wait until he finishes thinking about it."

After speaking, Mary continued to work on revising her manuscript.

Needless to say, the efficiency of sitting by the window of the woodshed is even higher than that of sitting in the study.On weekdays, Mary is all about completing the manuscript, and she will inevitably wander off and fish for something.But today, when Wiggins called her out, her purpose was to talk to Holmes, but now the revision of the draft has turned into fishing. Mary is so calm and fast.

This weird and harmonious atmosphere lasted for a while, until Sherlock Holmes suddenly stopped, and he said dissatisfiedly: "No, this is not right either!"

Mary put away her pen without haste, and turned her attention to the detective again: "What's wrong with the investigation?"

Holmes looked up.

As if he had just discovered that Mary had arrived, he stared at her for a moment, and then without saying hello, went straight to the point: "It stands to reason that the boat should be here."

"ferry?"

Mary was a little confused: "What ship?"

Holmes let out a rather irritable sigh of relief, as if he did not want to waste time explaining today's actions.

"You could sit in Serpentine Street and wait for the answer," said Holmes rather unceremoniously. "Why come here yourself?"

"I know."

It has been a long time since she faced Sherlock Holmes's frankness, and Mary responded with a smile: "But you have to forgive a lady's curiosity, Sherlock, I just want to hear how you deduced the whole case with your extraordinary wisdom, isn't it too much?" ?”

Holmes: "..."

Although Mary's words were sincere, but at this juncture, it was also flattery.Holmes raised his eyebrows. The thin gentleman looked tense, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

"Well," he changed his subject, "since this is your request, Miss Mary."

Sure enough, it is still useful!Sherlock Holmes knows how to distinguish between a person's sincerity and hypocrisy.So even if Mary made it clear that she wanted to flatter him, the detective would accept it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a good relationship with Watson, a "bad friend".

Mary still smiled: "Please, Mr. Holmes."

Her humility to ask for advice somewhat diverted Holmes' emotions.What's more, when the thinking goes into a difficult situation, re-reading the ins and outs can also help him discover the details that he had overlooked before.

"After Lestrade had published the paper," explained Holmes, "he put Thaddeus Sholto back. It was only when I called on him again that he took the paper which had been found on his brother's body." come out."

"A piece of paper?" Mary asked.

"To be precise, it is a business card with the signatures of four people," Holmes said. "This is enough to prove that there are four people involved in the death of Sholto's eldest son, and possibly Miss Morstan's father. The traces of the two persons I found at the scene are supposed to belong to, or represent, two of these four individuals."

"I don't think that's why you're at the dock."

"Yes."

As Holmes said, he called out of the woodshed, "Glaston!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Watson's Shar-Pei rushed in wagging its short tail, circled around Holmes, barked again, and moved happily to Mary's side, facing her. She showed her belly and had fun.

"I once said that Watson and I found traces of pomegranate oil at the scene of the crime. Gladstone helped us search all the way, and finally found a family with a speedboat. The speedboat was called Dawn, and it was A man with a wooden leg rented out."

Didn't that just happen to find the murderer?

Mary was a little confused: "So, what exactly is blocking the progress of the case?"

Holmes: "I can't find the ship."

Mary: "..."

Therefore, he dressed up as a sailor and ran around the pier with the children in order to find the Dawn.After Mary figured out the situation, she glanced at Gladstone who was acting coquettishly with her, touched the hound's belly and said, "Watson? Isn't he with you?"

Holmes sneered: "Our doctor is in a major crisis in his life at this time. What if he is not with Miss Morstan and our beautiful Irish girl is snatched away by a wealthy heir?"

In his words, he did not conceal his contempt and disdain for Dr. Watson's emphasis on sex over friends.

In Holmes' mind, there is nothing more important than the case, but this does not mean that Dr. Watson thinks the same way.Mary laughed out loud: "You don't care, you can't force Watson to not care."

"Of course I don't care," Holmes said logically after looking at Mary with his pale eyes for a moment. "His troubles do not lie with me."

"........."

Mary paused for a moment, and immediately understood Holmes' subtext—the violin music was played, and Holmes certainly didn't have to search for it as hard as Watson did.

"He's worrying about where Miss Morstan's heart is," Mary joked. "You're worrying about where the boat is. Strictly speaking, your worries are pretty similar."

Holmes gave Mary a sideways look: "Trying to add romance to the case is like turning a love story into Euclid's fifth geometric proposition*. No matter where the Aurora is hidden, it really exists, and there must be something in it." a fixed answer."

Mary: "Since there is no pier, what about outside the pier?"

Holmes: "Beyond the docks—"

The detective's words stopped abruptly.

He took a deep breath and suddenly broke into a smile.

"It's me who has entered into a misunderstanding!"

Holmes, dressed as a sailor, came alive, and he walked up to Mary: "It is because things are so simple that they are easy to ignore*, Mary, you are really a good material for a detective, and the occasional flashes of inspiration can be said to have played a role." The key role. The Dawn is not in the dock at all!"

Wiggins didn't follow Holmes' train of thought at all: "What? The boat isn't in the dock, where else could it be?"

Holmes: "It's in the dock."

—Where else is more suitable for hiding the boat?Naturally, it is a dock for repairing ships!As long as the hull is covered with oilcloth, who can find traces of the Dawn?

Seeing that he had regained his spirits, Mary just laughed and didn't speak.

This can be regarded as Mary taking advantage of the convenience brought by her time travel!The previous cases had nothing to do with the original book, which made it useless for Mary to know the cases.Now she finally has clues to the case that she knows better than Holmes... Just a little reminder, it shouldn't be considered cheating.

"There is still time now, and there will always be a result after asking the docks one by one." Holmes changed his anxiety just now, "Let's go."

"You guys go," Mary said, "Now that your problem is over, I'm going back."

Holmes paused, and he looked at Mary in surprise.

Mary: "What? I have my business too. This is your case, sir. Thanks to you, I have finished finishing the last bit of manuscript. When I just go back, I can drop by "Seashore Magazine" to submit the manuscript."

Holmes: "..."

It's not Marie's style to have everyone arrive and leave while she's chasing clues.She knew that Holmes was very surprised, so let's be surprised. Mary was a little proud of being able to make the detective himself feel surprised.

So she still kept a bright smile: "Anyway, you will find the truth, won't you? So, compared to Miss Morstan's property and the real culprit who killed Sholto's parents, I have more important things." matter."

One is her manuscript and the third serialization, and the other is that there is no heaven, hell, or spirit of time in this world, so how can Scrooge realize everything overnight?

The last time I saw Scrooge, it happened that he had a headache attack, which was so severe that he couldn't sit still and couldn't finish his speech, so he had to go back to the room to rest. Clutcher and Fred said that he had been suffering from it for a long time. No doctor there can cure it.

Mary is not a doctor, but she thinks that Scrooge's temper is probably one of the reasons for his headache.

and so……

Since there is no soul, create a soul.Mary probably had an idea in mind.

The author has something to say: Mary said that she has been professionally smoothing hair for 20 years, and her technique is proper and moderate in strength. The old lady agrees! (?)

Old Fu: Prefer sex over friends, heh!

Watson: You are blatantly abusing a dog!

Gladstone: ? ? ?

[Trying to add romance to the case is like turning a love story into Euclid's fifth geometric proposition. 】【It is because things are very simple that they are easy to ignore】: From the original work of "Four Signatures".

A girl guessed how to let Scrooge see the soul before, so there is no no prize quiz to provoke 23333. This chapter can be regarded as stamped Irene's lover, which is the Phantom (did I say it before?) But I wrote about paranoid music When I was at home, I suddenly thought... John Christopher also fits this description, and he is a good match with Irene? ? ? ? ?Shocked, I suddenly moved!

Regarding what is on Catherine's mind, I can only say that you are more powerful than Lao Fu. When I first hinted at it, my younger sister found out... I admire everyone, Jiang Hua clasped her fists.