[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

No matter how agile Sherlock Holmes was, he couldn't be faster than a pistol.

Mary, who was standing outside the factory, could not have climbed over the window wearing a skirt. Seeing Captain Carter pull out the gun, Mary made a decisive decision and made the most effective and only reaction she could do at this moment——

A shrill, all-out scream pierced the silent night sky above the factory.

Mary's scream out of nowhere really startled all the men present. Even Holmes didn't expect her move.

As for Captain Carter who pulled the trigger, he reacted instinctively.

As if in response to Mary's scream, the deafening sound of gunfire echoed through the empty room.But Capt. Carter missed, and when he heard the screams he rolled over and hid behind the factory machinery.

This action made Mary confirm that he had indeed been on the battlefield: Those red uniforms who were covered with flowers and grass near Meryton had never used real swords and guns. Where did they come from such a quick and professional reaction ability?

Taking advantage of this time, Holmes moved before Captain Carter.

He dodged, jumped directly in front of Captain Carter, and directly poked the officer's wrist with a cane, knocking out his gun.

In an instant, the two entered a state of wrestling.Captain Carter got up and attacked Holmes directly without saying a word.The detective slapped the officer's attack with a palm, and he grabbed the enemy's arm in turn to catch the opponent's strength, causing the two to quickly switch positions.

At the moment of stopping, the detective's bony palms stretched out to the back of Captain Carter's head--this action made Mary's eyes slightly widen.

He wanted to grab the back of the enemy's neck.And this attack action also exists in the modern MMA of the 21st century.

It's Barton!

She never expected to see Sherlock Holmes use Patton Technique in actual combat with her own eyes. The movements very similar to modern fighting techniques brought Mary back to her senses.

Now is not the time to watch the battle.

She hurriedly picked up the hem of the skirt, jumped off the box, and ran towards the factory gate without looking back.

Fortunately, Mary's screams and the gunshots in the room resounded through the sky, so Mary didn't need to look for it specially. The supervisor who stayed in the factory hurried over with a paraffin lamp: "What happened?!"

"Someone, someone has attacked Mr. Hamp," said Mary hastily. "It's Captain Carter!"

"Varied--"

The boss was attacked, so what? !

As soon as the supervisor heard this, he immediately put the paraffin lamp into Mary's hand, and rushed to the inside of the factory without even listening to other explanations.

By the time Mary followed into the room, the fight between Holmes and Captain Carter was almost over, and the addition of the supervisor undoubtedly accelerated the pace of the end. They almost immediately subdued the officer.

With the help of the detective, the overseer tied up Captain Carter.After repeatedly confirming the safety of the room, Mary hurried forward to help Mr. Hamp up.

Fortunately, Mr Hamp was just spooked and fell to the ground unharmed.

Seeing that he was fine, Mary was relieved.

Although she had long felt that Sherlock Holmes didn't like the client, and his evasive attitude in dealing with the matter was too much-he fired Henry Deck on the grounds of suspicion of theft, regardless of the life or death of a worker; But generally speaking, the atmosphere in his factory is not bad. The supervisor knows that he cares about the living conditions of the workers, and the salary is not bad.

In an era when there was no labor contract and even the legal system was not perfect, Hanpu had many flaws and faults as a factory owner, but he could be regarded as the owner of "conscience".

"Don't worry," she reassured, "the officer has been arrested. If you are still worried about your safety, go to the office and calm down, sir."

"well."

Mr. Hamp swallowed, and accepted Mary's suggestion: "I'll go have a glass of wine."

He leaned on the wall tremblingly and left, and Mary got up: "Mr. Holmes, this—"

Holmes: "Don't come here."

Mary was taken aback, and her feet didn't fall immediately when she took a step, and it didn't matter if she didn't fall.

But when she saw Sherlock Holmes' sharp and vigilant eyes, she immediately realized that this order was not to dislike her or question her, but to protect her.

Captain Carter, who was tied up, fell on his face. Naturally, he couldn't see Mary standing behind him, and he had no way of knowing which lady this strange female voice belonged to.

The "professor" knew that Holmes was investigating the case, that he had a close relationship with Mr. Darcy, and that Mr. Bingley was Hamp's partner, but he didn't know that since Sherlock Holmes left London and set off for Netherfield At the time of the manor, a young unmarried girl had joined the team to track down the clues.

"Stay where you are," urged Holmes. "There is nothing here that you need to approach. I can hear you."

Mary was a little surprised. She looked at the surrounding environment almost reflexively, and then realized that this position was just right.

The machines and other facilities in the factory just blocked her figure, and Mary was in a dark corner where the moonlight could not reach her. One step further, she might be exposed.

"I'm not going," so Mary replied seriously, "I'll just stand here."

Hearing Mary's promise, the detective looked away.

He watched coldly as the supervisor picked up Captain Carter from the ground: "I want to kill people when I get the contract. You are indeed the artilleryman who came back from Afghanistan."

Captain Carter was out of breath, and suddenly raised his head when he heard Holmes' words: "How do you know I'm an artilleryman from Afghanistan?"

Even Mary can see it!Not artillery, what officer would wear artillery boots, and judging by your skills, you must have been on the battlefield.

Even asking such low-level observation questions is an insult to the detective.

And Holmes is willing to explain his basic deductive thinking to John Watson, but he will never explain it to the enemy. He just smiled: "Is it also the instruction of the 'professor' to shoot and kill?"

"..." Captain Carter's gaze became extremely vicious, and he wisely chose to shut up.

But shutting up doesn't mean Mr. Holmes is helpless.

"No, it wasn't his instruction," the detective denied himself, and he looked Captain Carter up and down, "It's your own idea. The supplier on the contract has been known to me, it's your negligence, left and right No way, in order to protect yourself, you can only make up your mind to kill Hamp, and use his life in exchange for your chance to atone for your crime."

Holmes' words fell to the ground, and the panic and anger on Captain Carter's face told Mary that he was right.

But the opponent would not admit it, and the officer laughed dryly instead: "You take yourself too seriously, Holmes, and you are just a supplier. Do you know how many 'Professors' have?"

"Just one?"

Holmes twitched his lips sarcastically: "Brook, Green, Hardy, and Reed and Armstrong."

Captain Carter: "..."

"These are the factory owners who broke the capital chain and went bankrupt within two years because of blindly replacing cheap foreign cotton suppliers," the detective continued. "The factories went bankrupt one after another, and thousands of workers lost their jobs. Children who reported it could notice the anomaly, do you think it's just 'a mere one'?"

The officer gritted his teeth.

"And," continued Holmes, "tracing down the line, it's easy to find a list of suppliers—whoever the 'Professor' is, just because he believes you can do anything in London. To be silent is to have misjudged the person greatly.”

"—You don't understand what the professor thinks at all!"

Captain Carter finally couldn't hold back his anger, and struggled desperately: "You don't even know what you are doing! I warn you, Holmes, if you really want to do something good, stop it immediately. The professor has his noble reason for doing so." Purpose!"

"What purpose can it have?!"

What Holmes said made the supervisor angry: "There are so many factories, thousands of workers have lost their jobs, and behind them are countless families and children. Tell me, what purpose can be more noble than human life?"

"What do you know?"

Even though the supervisor seemed to want to beat Captain Carter very much, the officer only responded with a contemptuous expression: "This is a necessary sacrifice. What the professor wants to do is to prevent a world war involving all countries!"

what?

What world war?

Captain Carter's roar was nothing more than a dying struggle to the supervisor, but his words shook Mary's ears, but made her feel cold in the dark corner.

As smart as Sherlock Holmes, he never expected that in the near future, when the era just entered the [-]th century, the whole world would be involved in an unprecedented war due to the fundamental flaws of the capitalist economy.

None of them knew it, but Mary did!

—That was the First World War.

"You said war, what war?"

Even though Holmes had warned her, Mary still stood there and couldn't help but ask, "Who is that professor? You have to tell me, who is that professor?"

Captain Carter heard a bit of nervousness in Mary's voice, and he mistook it for the lady in the shadows who was frightened, so he laughed triumphantly.

"The professor?"

He replied: "Professor James Moriarty—"

When the last syllable lands, mutations emerge.

The sound of glass breaking broke all the calm situation, and the room fell into silence within a few seconds.The first person to react was Mr. Holmes. The detective who had always looked indifferent and calm suddenly changed his face. He pulled the supervisor and tried to protect Captain Carter at the same time: "Sniper!"

But it was too late.

The second shot, fired from the sunny side of the factory, hit Captain Carter in the head with perfect accuracy.

The author has something to say: Today is Professor Moriarty who goes online verbally and never shows his face to maintain the demeanor of the final boss =w=~

Regarding the image of the professor in this article, let me keep it a secret.Anyway, it’s not the image of fgo. A girl commented before that she laughed me to death, saying that if it’s fgo’s lolicon professor, it’s still necessary to confront. Mary said that her father promised him to surrender! 【x

By the way, the jb version of Sherlock Holmes mentioned in the last chapter, girls who want to eat Amway search my Weibo Red Red Ginger Flower, and then search for the keyword Sherlock Holmes in my Weibo, I posted the online disk resources, Sherlock Holmes, who is the most restored to the original book, should not miss it when passing by (although I don’t think it is 100% restored, but it is [-]%), hold high and be careful!