[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

The story of "The Phantom of the Opera" is well known, and more because of the musical play written by Andrew Lloyd Webber.The "ghost" Eric in the story has a miserable life experience and a weird temper, but he is a peerless genius with deep affection.His tragedy earned the heartache and regret of many readers and audiences.

Mary felt that the tragedy in the original novel was somewhat similar to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.Under the background description similar to Gothic novels, an ugly, gloomy, and very Frankenstein-like "monster" exists, which is defined as an object of sympathy, but ultimately is not understood by anyone.The protagonist, Christine, is just a young and pure girl. Her feelings for Eric are always fear above everything else, so naturally she can't get a good ending.

In the original book, Miss Christine is afraid of the Phantom, but what about Irene?

Mary turned to look at the smiling Ms. Irene Adler.Her smile contrasted sharply with Eric's menacing menace, making what had been an oppressive scene suddenly seem comical.

"Eric," Irene said softly while sitting on the sofa, "Mr. Poirot is not a bad guy, he really wants to help you."

The male voice who didn't know where it came from snorted coldly, with a bit of sharpness in his tone: "Help? The help of strangers is not worth mentioning!"

Irene: "What about my help, my angel. You are not afraid of other people's injustice, but you should also think about our love. I don't want you and my life to be disturbed in any way, and you can't even have this possibility. You Don't trust M. Poirot, do you trust me, Eric?"

The male voice fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke again: "I want to see when he can catch the murderer."

Then the footsteps that always seemed to stay behind everyone gradually faded away, and the inexplicable gusts of wind also disappeared.After confirming that Eric was gone, Irene looked at Poirot and said apologetically, "Mr. Poirot, please believe that my husband is not malicious, he is just...too protective, for fear that I will trust you." hurt people who shouldn't believe."

Poirot: "..."

Mary: "..."

Irene is naturally not afraid of theater ghosts, and Mary can't laugh or cry. In this world, I am afraid that only "Miss Christine", who is essentially Irene Adler, can finally get married with the phantom hidden in the Paris Opera House. !

"Forgive me for being blunt, Miss Irene," Mr. Poirot cleared his throat after receiving death threats inexplicably, "if your husband has been acting like this, it is no wonder that everyone in the theater thinks he is a suspect. .”

Irene smiled bitterly: "I know. In fact, his mental state is indeed not healthy. The situation got worse before that, so I went to London to find a prescription, and because of this, I got acquainted with Mr. Holmes and Mary."

Poirot pondered for a moment, then asked: "No wonder you don't want others to find evidence of his real existence. But Miss Irene, no matter from the perspective of health or the perspective of the case, I don't recommend that your husband act like this during the investigation of the case." back and forth."

"I'll advise him," Erin promised.

"I'm more curious," Mary couldn't help interjecting, "Irene, how did you meet Eric?"

Irene looked at Poirot, and found that the detective himself was also waiting for the answer to this question. He just relaxed his body slowly and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"It's nothing," Irene said. "Like all couples, they get acquainted first, and then fall in love."

The soprano's voice was calm, and if it wasn't for the twinkling eyes of love, it seemed to be telling someone else's story: "I remarried to France with my mother since I was a child, and I have been living under the fence for a long time. If I didn't have such a little talent for singing, I'm afraid A stepfather would not take in a child from another country, another man. At that time, I was studying in theater, no different from other young actors, until I found him."

This is the story of Irene's version of the Phantom of the Opera.

The ghost meets a girl who is not afraid of him, and the girl finds identity in the ghost.After many years, the young girl turned into a beautiful lady. She became the most popular soprano in the Paris Opera House, but she never regarded the people behind her as a shadow that dragged her back.

If Eric is a paranoid person, then Irene Adler, who resolutely married him secretly and returned to London because of his illness, could only be more paranoid and determined than Eric.

While Mary was deeply moved by her story, she was also inevitably confused... Irene never mentioned the name of Viscount Raul from the beginning to the end.

As a major male character in a love story, Eric's rival, is that all?

Mary had doubts in her heart, but it was impossible for her to speak out, so she had to keep the question honestly in her heart.

After hearing Irene's story, Poirot said with emotion: "Irene little—er, ma'am."

What to call a lady who is secretly married?Call Madam, if you get used to shouting, wouldn't it cause trouble if you missed your mouth in public?Continue to call Miss, and feel a little disrespectful.

Seeing that Poirot was in a dilemma, Irene kindly suggested: "Go ahead and call me Miss, sir, it's more convenient."

"Miss Irene," Mr. Poirot nodded, "your husband is also a poor man who has experienced ups and downs."

"He doesn't like it when people say that."

Irene laughed out loud: "And, sir, Eric often wanders between the secret passages of the theater. If you judge him like this, he will probably hear it. He will come to scare you when the time comes. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Poirot: "..."

Stop bullying people!Mary couldn't help laughing. It seems that Holmes has a bad temper. It is indeed an advantage. If he is too gentle as a detective, like Mr. Poirot, it will be a trouble.

"Let's focus on the case," Mary suggested. "The case has nothing to do with Eric, so we can't just sit and watch others wrong him. Is there anything I can do to help, Mr. Poirot?"

"If you wish, Miss Mary," Mr. Poirot responded happily, "I will ask a few staff members who were in the theater that night. You can also sit down and listen."

There are not many people left.

M. Poirot first met some young ballet dancers, and the girls of eleven or twelve chattered and told, among other things, the legend of the theater ghost.He also said that Joseph Bouquet likes to scare people on weekdays, and it must be because the ghost doesn't like him.

Then there was Mrs. Geary. When she heard that Poirot wanted to investigate the Phantom, the solemn Mrs. Geary warned him not to meddle in his own business without waiting for him to ask.This sentence is enough to prove that Mrs. Geary should probably know something.

And finally there's Sorelli, the terrified ballerina.

She dared not come to the theater manager's office, so M. Poirot and Marie went to her.When they came to Sorelli's dressing room, Sorelli's other female companions were comforting her. Poirot comforted the frightened girl with nice words, and then asked a few words tactfully.When Poirot asked something related to the ghost, Sorelli suddenly stood up with an excited expression: "You guys, are you asking me this because the death of Joseph Bouquet is indeed related to the ghost? Is it because he was holding a knife?" Stabbed Joseph Bouquet?"

Marie and Poirot exchanged glances.

After leaving Sorelli's dressing room, Mr. Poirot said firmly, "Miss Sorelli has seen the murderer or the victim's body with her own eyes."

Mary: "Is it because she accurately described what the murder weapon looked like?"

M. Poirot: "Yes. According to her, if Mademoiselle Sorelli had returned directly to the dressing room after the performance, she would have had no chance of knowing that Joseph Bouquet had been stabbed to death."

So the victim was stabbed to death.

Mary thought for a moment: "Can you take me to the backstage of the theater, sir?"

Poirot: "Of course."

The police cordoned off the backstage of the theatre, and the Parisian police guarded it.The evidence collection stage is over, and what is presented to Mary is a scene full of evidence collection signs.Mr. Poirot said something quickly to the police officer. The young police officer nodded and opened the cordon himself: "entrez-vous, mademoiselle (come in, miss)."

Mary smiled: "Thank you."

The body has been carried away, leaving only a large bloodstain that has not been wiped off.

"The body was originally here," said Poirot, pointing to a corner of the backstage. "He bled to death."

Mary followed the large swab-like bloodstains, and understood the general idea in her heart.

The scene of the crime was bloody, with blood stains sticking to the ground, not to mention a large swab of blood.This amount of bleeding... Mary thought for a while and asked, "Is it a one-shot kill, sir?"

"Yes."

Mr. Poirot confirmed Mary's conjecture: "The murderer stabbed Joseph Bouquet's main artery with a knife."

Professional enough.

Mary still wanted to say something to Mr. Poirot, but before she could say anything, she saw two theater managers rushing over again. The manager who was not sure whether Brussels was France or Belgium just now said to Poirot: "Sir! The two of us heard someone say you were asking about the ghost of the theater. Couldn't it be him who did it?"

"Don't worry, Monsieur de Buena," replied Poirot patiently. "It's just that in the theater it's rumored that ghosts have killed people who speak badly. I can't help but ask a few questions."

"That is, that is to say," Manager De Buena felt uneasy, "Didn't you confirm that the ghost is actually a big living person?"

Mr. Poirot didn't say yes or no, but just commented: "The two managers of the Paris Opera House should know the situation best. I'm just in charge of investigating the case."

"That's good!"

Mr. De Buena breathed a sigh of relief: "I think, this case is done by ghosts, and ghosts and evil spirits can't find out the results of killing people."

Mary: "Can I ask you a question, manager?"

A petite strange lady with poor French suddenly spoke, and Mr. De Buena gave him a surprised look.But Mary looked kind and spoke politely, so the manager agreed: "Yes, miss, what's your question?"

"I've heard the ghost haunts you all the time," said Mary, "and it's erratic and unreasonable. If he's upset, he's always going to play some scary prank and then threaten you with glee, isn't it?"

M. de Buena knew what was going on when he heard it.

He showed a embarrassed look, and said with a dry smile: "Don't listen to those little ballet dancers, miss, children always like to exaggerate the story. It's not a threat, but it's true that they appear and disappear, and make some pranks to express their dissatisfaction. But he It was just asking us to empty a private room and insulting actors we didn’t like. Although it did delay things, it didn’t do anything harmful.”

"Still a ghost of good taste," commented Poirot with seriousness.

"Who says it's not?" The manager laughed.

"That's strange," said Mary. "From what you've said, this ghost is a man who never hides his opinions. If he did something, and ran out to scare people, it must be to express his thoughts. But Joseph ·The "ghost" didn't jump out to speak before and after Bougay's death, and the victim died quietly. Where did the rumors start?"

Apparently after asking Irene and Miss Sorelli, Poirot had also realized this.Marie posed a question, and M. Poirot immediately added: "I think we should find out who was the first to say that Joseph Bouquet was killed by a ghost."

"It's not easy."

Mr. De Buena rubbed his hands, wondering: "The performance has been suspended for a whole day today. We have been investigating all day, but there is no result. Should we also suspend the performance tomorrow?"

Poirot said regretfully: "It's best, Mr. Manager. After the performance resumes, the theater's flow of people will suddenly increase, and it will be even more difficult to search for clues at that time."

"No, absolutely not!"

Another manager, Mr. Pollini, flatly refused: "We can't afford such a loss, sir. The theater can only be closed for one day. If we can't find out, why don't we just ask the police to come and dig three feet to find the ghost?" !"

Seeing that the persuasion failed, Mr. Poirot frowned: "Let's not mention whether the so-called theater ghost exists. Even if he does exist, we should not presume the suspect without evidence. Mr. Pollini, stop me from tracing the clues." , increasing the difficulty of investigation, when Miss Mary questioned that someone used the name of the theater ghost to cover up people's eyes and ears, she insisted that he was the murderer, could it be you who wanted to shift the responsibility to ghosts and gods?"

Manager Pollini was taken aback: "What nonsense are you talking about! I, I—"

In the middle of his speech, he was shocked by the sudden change of Mr. Poirot's face, and realized that he was accusing himself of making judgments, so "I" didn't say any rebuttal words out of my mouth for a long time.

Manager Debieri hurriedly smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, we are all on the same front, so don't fight among ourselves. Pollini is just too anxious, don't worry about Detective Poirot. The theater really can't be closed for two consecutive days, so much Man, the two of us really can't afford such a big expense, please understand."

Could Poirot understand?

He exchanged a few words with Mr. De Buena, seeing that he didn't understand the persuasion, he no longer insisted, and just sighed: "Then please help the police officers, and find out where the rumors started as soon as possible within today." .”

At this point, the case has entered a brief bottleneck period.

When the two managers assisted the police in investigating the rumors, there was naturally no room for Mary to intervene.The Paris Opera is not the London Opera, and the Inspector of Paris is not Inspector Lestrade.So Mary thought about it, said goodbye to Mr. Poirot who was still busy, and followed Irene home.

On the carriage, Irene said guiltily: "I'm really sorry, Mary, the second day after you arrived in Paris, before I had time to show you around, there was a murder case."

Isn't it the special ability of every detective to kill people wherever he goes.Mary complained from the bottom of her heart, but she felt that it was definitely not herself who displayed her abilities this time, it must be Mr. Poirot.

"It's okay, I'm not at a loss either."

Mary smiled and said, "At least I have heard such a beautiful love story."

Irene froze for a moment, and then evoked a sweet smile.

"I thought your lover was extremely scary before," Mary said tactfully, "but I didn't expect it to be like this."

"Don't you find the legend of the theater ghost horrifying?"

"I don't know how other people hear it, but I've heard that there are you in the legend, and your mutual affection is naturally not scary."

To be honest, if it were any other girl who met the phantom, Mary would inevitably have to worry, but now it is Irene who is secretly married to him. Seeing her lenient and unquestionable expression, Mary is inexplicably relieved.

A trapped beast also needs a pair of hands to wash its wounds. Mary believes that Irene is the one who is qualified and able to lend a helping hand to the "ghost", fall in love with him, and have a happy ending.

The two of them returned to Irene's house, and Catherine and Lydia had just returned.When Mary and Irene went out this morning, the maid Anne took the two little sisters of the Bennet family to visit the sights in Paris.

Now the two girls are sitting on the sofa, happily discussing the new fashions and beautiful clothes in Paris, or Catherine, who has sharp eyes, glanced at Mary and Irene, and hurriedly shouted: "Mary, Miss Irene! Where are you going?" Yes, I just came back now, Lydia and I bought a lot of beautiful hats, do you want to take a look together?"

Seeing the happy smiles of the two girls, Irene couldn't help letting go of her worries about the murder: "Okay, let me see what hats you bought."

At this time, the maid Annie came over and handed Mary a telegram: "Miss Mary, it's yours."

telegraph?

On her first day in Paris, she received a telegram.Without thinking too much, Mary also guessed who the telegram came from.

There was only one sentence in the short telegram: "The address is as follows, sh."

Mary curled her lips.

She received the telegram and said to Irene and the two younger sisters, "I'll write a letter first."

Borrowing Irene's desk, Mary took out a pen and paper, and first glanced at the address of the telegram.

Sherlock Holmes was indeed in that place called Montceau in the north of France, and he said nothing--neither about himself, nor about the progress of the case.Even though Mary was full of curiosity, she didn't know where to start asking.

So Mary thought about it, and decided to tell what happened when she came to Paris first.

Mary could not help laughing at the thought of Mr. Poirot's reaction to Holmes' name.

"Your telegram came in good time, sir," wrote Mary, "and as soon as I came to Paris, I encountered a case and a friend of yours."

Mary wrote down the ins and outs of her acquaintance with Mr. Poirot, and at the end she added, half in jest and half in complaint: "It is often said that a person's social circle is often related to his profession. A detective's friend is still a detective. It seems This sentence is indeed true. I thought that since Mr. Poirot knew you and was a well-known colleague, it would be great if he could help you track down Professor Moriarty's conspiracy, but then I changed my mind. I think Mr. Poirot was not involved in it before, he doesn't know Professor Moriarty, so asking him to participate in the investigation may not be a good thing."

Writing here, Mary changed her pen and brought the topic back to the case of her acquaintance with Poirot: "But he is indeed a gentleman of high moral character and intelligence. After hearing the story of Irene and her husband, Poirot Mr. Lowe has decided to help them and clear up the suspicion of the theater ghost. Before you reply to the letter or return to Paris, I will assist Mr. Poirot and help the Irene and his wife find the real murderer."

After the story of coming to Paris was finished, Mary originally planned to talk about the letter from Mr. Mayne—when the story of Philip Luther was not widely known, even Mr. Poirot in Belgium had heard of it. Mary will also talk to Holmes about her problems and anecdotes.

But now, there is more recognition that comes with the negative attack, which makes Mary suddenly feel... It seems that there is no need to specifically confide.

The tip of Mary's pen paused, and when she actually wrote, her thoughts took on a new look.

"Mr. Bill Maine sent me a letter," she said, "and I was pleasantly surprised, because even though his tone was still bad, he affirmed my merits. It made me feel that I was not in this world." So special, at least not like in Longbourn, like my mother said, I was a nerd who could only talk about big things and read big tomes, and the things I insisted on had nothing but annoyance. Meaning. It’s different now. My mother thinks murders are horrible, but some people think my ideas have meaning. My mother thinks philosophy and sociology are useless, but people will argue with me because of my views. Agree or disagree That’s right, there is a prerequisite for the communication of ideas between people, which is to allow me to have my own views and soul. To be able to have this prerequisite, sir, it was you who walked into Netherfield Manor and gave me courage.”

Suffice it to say.

When the letter arrives here, it has basically entered the final stage.Mary couldn't help but raised her mouth again: "I heard that the weather in northern France is cold, and it's bitterly cold in Montsou. Please take care of yourself. I'll wait for you in Paris."

To be honest, Mary still wanted to ask about the specific situation of Monsu, but in the end she gave up.If there is a situation and needs him, Holmes will definitely try his best to notify her as soon as possible.Now it's just an address and either the investigation is going well or not at all.

Instead of worrying about the unknown, Mary thought it would be better to think about what she could do in Paris.

The first is to track down the murderer who murdered Joseph Bouquet and then pushed the suspicion to Eric.So far, the case is still in the investigation stage, and what Mary can do is limited.

The second is to continue to conceive the next serialization. "The Lady with a Check" needs five months to be serialized. Although it is a long time for Mary to seriously conceive the next story, but now that she is far away in France, considering the time for the mail to be mailed, she still needs to do it as soon as possible.

And finally... Professor James Moriarty in France.

It's not that Mary is brave enough to go out alone to challenge Holmes' ultimate nemesis.Rather, she felt that since Professor Moriarty had been able to force Sherlock Holmes to make it difficult to make a public appearance in Paris two years ago, it was enough to prove that his influence network in France was no less than that in England.

He might have gotten the news on Marie's first day in Paris.

In the absence of any movement from him, Mary still wanted to do something.And she didn't forget that the reason Ms. Irene Adler knew about the existence of the detective Sherlock Holmes was precisely because of Professor Moriarty.

That night, Mary found an opportunity to ask Irene about Professor Moriarty's recent situation.

When Irene heard the professor's name, she paused, and immediately understood what Mary meant.

"If you're curious," she said, "we can go and see him."

"what?"

Mary's eyes widened: "No, how can I go to see him! What if Professor Moriarty plans to hold me hostage to stop Sherlock?"

Irene smiled, and asked without answering, "Do you think Mr. Holmes will stop even if the professor kidnaps you?"

Mary: "..." He really doesn't know how to do it.

It's not that Sherlock Holmes is ruthless. If you reverse this assumption, it's Professor James Moriarty who has held Holmes hostage and asked Mary to stop pursuing the case. Will she stop?Neither would Mary, because she knew that if she stopped, even if the Professor kept his word and let Sherlock go, he wouldn't forgive her.

So is Mary.

Her silence gave Irene the answer, so Irene continued: "Don't worry, I know that Professor Moriarty is not easy to mess with, but he is not a sinister villain. According to what I know about him, Professor I won’t do this kind of thing. And I didn’t intend for you to meet him alone, but Professor Moriarty will give a public lecture at the University of Paris tomorrow, and we can change clothes to listen to it, what do you think?”

Open class, while Mary was relieved, she immediately regained her spirits.

Nineteenth Century University Open Lecture!

She thought that she would have no chance to enter the university after time travel—even if she was not a student, even if she felt that she might not understand the French lectures, it didn't matter, as long as she sat in the auditorium.

"Can we?"

Mary asked anxiously, "Madam, can I attend the class too?"

Irene laughed out loud: "I heard from Lydia that you changed into men's clothing for the purpose of investigating the case. Hearing what she said, I want to try it too. This is a good opportunity."

The next morning, Irene Adler woke up excitedly, changed into men's clothing that was popular among French aristocrats at the end of the [-]th century, and walked in front of Mary very chicly: "How is it?"

Mary: "..."

It's really people-to-people, maddening people.

Mary is petite and has what could be called a handsome appearance.This also led to the fact that the classic "female disguised as a man" in romance novels does not apply to her at all-it does not mean that wearing men's clothing can cover up all gender characteristics, and anyone with eyes can tell her gender.

Therefore, changing into men's clothes in Milton before was just taking advantage of the night to hide people's eyes and ears.

But Erin was different.

She is tall and slender, with gentle but profound features, she is completely the most popular beauty in this era.She put on a long single-breasted coat and fastened a cravat.Under the premise of specially padding the shoulders and using makeup to trace the facial features and touch away the traces of tenderness, at first glance he really looks like a handsome and elegant young man.

But the difference in characteristics between men and women cannot be easily smoothed out. As long as Irene speaks or observes a little carefully, she can easily tell that this is a beauty in men's clothing.

The reason why Irene is unscrupulous is because she is well-known outside the world, and she has married Eric in secret, so she doesn't care about other people's opinions at all.

"Let's go," Irene said happily, "Today you are Mr. Adler's girlfriend."

"..." Mary was speechless.Although Irene has always been the image of a reliable big sister, but she is playful and no one can stop her.

In Mary's memory, the University of Paris can be counted from the first university to the No.13 university, but this is a matter of the future.The University of Paris at the end of the [-]th century has not been split up, but Professor Moriarty's open class is held in the center of Paris. According to the geographical location, Mary estimates that it may be the future Paris VI.

Professor Moriarty's public lectures were very popular. Mary held Irene's arm along the way, and countless college youths cast curious glances at the girl in a long skirt, but without any malice.

The auditorium was overcrowded, and Irene was afraid that Professor Moriarty would recognize her, so she waited until she was about to stand in the aisle to listen to the class, and then dragged Mary into the door, barely stopping at the edge of the auditorium entrance, behind the last row of seats in the hallway.

"Don't be disgusted," Irene whispered, "Everyone is crowded together, so we won't be discovered."

"It's just right here."

Mary said: "The place is high, and the view is wide, so you can see everything clearly."

Because of the crowd, the young man around him immediately realized that the one standing next to him was not some noble young man and his female companion, but two young ladies who sneaked out, and immediately beamed: "rassurez-vous, mesdemoiselles! iln 'ypasdanger! (Don't worry, ladies, there's no danger here!)"

The implication is that no one will boo two girls and throw them out of class just because they want to listen to a university lecture.

It's just that the young man said "ladies", which immediately attracted the attention of other students.Several bold young men even opened their mouths to strike up a conversation with Irene and Mary, but his tone was fast and he still had a northern accent, which made Mary confused.Fortunately, Irene chose to enter the door in time not only to squeeze into the crowd, but before Irene could speak out, there was a sudden silence in front of the auditorium, followed by warm applause.

This made the young man who noticed that a girl had sneaked into the auditorium immediately quiet down, and James Moriarty came.

When she saw the man slowly walking up to the auditorium's podium, Mary felt her heart was about to jump out.

Professor Moriarty stopped next to the podium with his bag. He looked about 50 years old with gray hair, but he was clean and neat.Even in France, he still dressed as a very standard London gentleman, the buttons under his coat were meticulously buttoned, and his hair was neatly neat.

This was in stark contrast to the lively French college students in the audience. When he heard the applause, he just smiled at the students, then took off his brown coat and put it together with the briefcase.

After finishing these actions in a slow manner, Professor Moriarty took out his lesson plan from the briefcase, pushed the thick frame on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly: "I didn't applaud before I started, If I speak badly, will you boo me to step down, or continue to bear it for the sake of face?"

Thank goodness!

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, the professor spoke English, otherwise Mary was really worried that she would not understand.

Professor Moriarty's witticism was exchanged for the laughter of the students, and the young man sitting at the front replied in English with an accent: "Then you better not speak well, Professor, this is a golden opportunity!"

Hearing this, the professor also laughed.

While rolling up his shirt sleeves, he picked up the chalk, stared at the young man and said, "I remember your face, sir, please don't take my class next semester."

The professor's speech speed is indeed very slow. As a famous scholar and a big man who can shake up the entire world market with a wave of his fingers, his speech speed seems to be unworthy of thinking.That's why Mary was able to notice that the professor himself...stuttered a bit.

Mary confirmed this when he picked up the chalk with his right hand.

When I was teaching, I used my left hand to carry my bag, but I had to write with my right hand.He may be a lefty who forcibly changes his hand.It is said that left-handed people may stutter after changing their dominant hand.It seems that Professor Moriarty is such a person.

But he controlled it very well, except for the subtle rhythm of the sentence, he couldn't hear any clues at all.

This made Mary feel very strange.

James Moriarty, the world-famous criminal genius and Sherlock Holmes' ultimate nemesis.In so many film and television adaptations in later generations, he is either an image of a big devil, or an anti-social, or even some adaptations that break through the tradition, and the professor is written as a woman, and he must be an enchanting and dangerous villain beauty.

In Mary's mind, the professor is also a representative of danger. Even if he is not crazy or terrifying, he should have the aura of a high-level criminal.

But he didn't.

Mary couldn't see any "bad guy" qualities in this professor at all, as if he was an academically skilled university professor, or the kind who had a close relationship with students and was respected.He even has his own flaws, a stutter, but he overcomes it very well.

And he is not loved by students for nothing.The open class is different from the professional class, not only students from the mathematics department come, but also students from other majors, even Irene and Mary who are not college students at all—so the class content is not profound, just some simple mathematical theorems.After listening to the class for 5 minutes, Mary felt that she, a real liberal arts student, was in a mess in mathematics at that time, all because of the lack of a tutor like Professor Moriarty.

The professor's class is at best the level of 21st century French high school mathematics, but the content is simple, and the professor treats it with a very serious attitude. Nothing else.

Time passed quickly, and Professor Moriarty's ability to control the progress of the class was first-class.After he finished the last example question, he looked at the time: "It's almost here today."

The youth below immediately let out a disappointed voice.

"Tell me a little more, Professor!"

A young man bravely said: "Anyway, we don't have classes in the afternoon."

Professor Moriarty pushed the mirror frame again: "You think I am Ms. Irene Adler from the Paris Opera House. After showing your moving voice, do you want an encore?"

It doesn't matter what he said, the naughty student immediately shouted "encore".

There was another burst of laughter in the auditorium.Professor Moriarty laughed and scolded "brat", and then made a few jokes with the students. After all, there was no "encore", but the class ended.

In the messy auditorium, he still packed up the lesson plans at a leisurely pace, put them in his briefcase, and put on his overcoat.Before the professor turned to leave, whether intentionally or not, he glanced at the corner of the auditorium where Mary and Irene were.

In the distance, a hundred steps away, Mary's gaze met the professor's for a moment, and he had already left the next moment.

This pair, scared Mary almost jumped up.

Mary was still in shock when she squeezed out of the auditorium and got back into the carriage.She stroked her chest again and again: "Did he find us?"

"What's the matter if you find out," Irene comforted, "even if you find out