I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Every meeting may be the last chance to kill Moriarty, and he will be able to convince others anyway, so it doesn't matter if the steps are adjusted a little bit forward!

Sherlock Holmes held the revolver and pressed the barrel to Moriarty's forehead. As long as he pulled the trigger, the crime consultant would be killed on the spot. The explanation afterward must be very troublesome, but it was better than guarding Moriarty. Conspiracy is easy.

But he didn't do that, and even let go of his fingers.

Because Nightingale, who was standing behind Moriarty, took out a submachine gun from the first aid kit and aimed it at Goldruff, but Goldruff looked indifferent and did not fear the fatal threat. His eyes seemed to say [Sherlock Holmes shoot quickly, leave me alone! ] Of course, if Goldruff didn't sit on the ground and tremble, he would definitely pull the trigger and send Moriarty to the sky.

"Are you going to shoot or not," Moriarty yawned.

"Every time you appear in front of me, it's not good," Holmes put down his gun in disgust.

Nightingale snorted regretfully, obviously she was looking forward to Sherlock Holmes shooting Moriarty, and then she could shoot towards the room and throw a few grenades in.

"How come~ Although most of them appear in front of you to see that you want to kill me, but because of the trump card I left, I can't do it. By the way, I will announce that I am about to start a new conspiracy. ' Moriarty adjusted his collar and began to look at the people in the room.

The researcher with glasses, um, passerby, can be used to threaten, the guy who looks like a leader, um, can be used to threaten, and there are three less guys.

"Not most, but all!" Sherlock Holmes stood in front of Moriarty.

"Because this time I'm here to do good deeds~" Moriarty said with a smile.

If he hadn't known Moriarty's nature, Sherlock Holmes would have regarded Moriarty as a kind gentleman.

"Then we have nothing to talk about," Holmes pushed Moriarty out with a cold face, and then slammed the door.

Moriarty has obviously been in this weird Lostbelt for a long time, and he can probably get a lot of useful information from him, but [good deeds] can't be said from Moriarty's mouth, so he definitely doesn't believe it Moriarty's next words.

"Don't be in such a hurry, you should be very clear, it's not more humane to expose it by another person who often does this rather than let the two little girls find out for themselves," Moriarty tapped gently at the direction. Knocking on the door, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I admit, I have a little bad intentions, this time I want to see if Sherlock Holmes can tell the truth as calmly as before."

"Crack-"

The door was opened, and Holmes came out with a gloomy face.

"This is your conspiracy."

"Who knows~ I'm enjoying a duel with you~ but this time the winner will be me," Moriarty took out a business card from his pocket with a smile and handed it to Holmes.

"I don't think you would deliberately do something boring to disgust me." Looking at the address on the business card, Sherlock Holmes's expression was rarely twisted.

"That's right, I will threaten you with the Watsons, but that's the most it is. I hate you very much, and I hate the existence named Sherlock Holmes, so I will never provoke you by being you," Moriarty shoved the business card into Holmes' pocket, "You are the person who knows me best in this world, so you understand, this is just an invitation, anyway, you have to go to the city center to search for information, why not How about coming to the largest intelligence club first?"

Sherlock Holmes clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Fighting Moriarty always looks like this.

Moriarty is just like a spider. From the beginning, he laid a small but ubiquitous cobweb, and his every step will be known by Moriarty, and sometimes he even has to follow Moriarty's intentions. Action, he did crack the crime devised by Moriarty, but it was just a small game. When Moriarty is serious, all the cobwebs will be gathered, and he who has been deep in it for a long time has not escaped. Opportunity.

This time, too, he had to act according to Moriarty's wishes from the very beginning, how many cobwebs would wrap around him, and what Moriarty's real purpose was, he had no clue.

This is the contest between evil and justice. Evil will always be one step ahead, and justice will always only follow behind evil.

"I'm looking forward to it, is it possible for you to defeat me without Watson," Moriarty adjusted his glasses, and pushed Nightingale out if he was showing off, "Not to mention that this time I have an assistant, Nan Dingle is more powerful than your Watson!"

"Really? She looks far from Watson." Sherlock Holmes raised his brows. "Although I also fantasized about how good Watson would be if she were a big girl, I did see Watson as a big girl. The girl, although he was beaten to the hospital with a stick after touching his ass."

Nightingale took the submachine gun apart and stuffed it back into the first aid box with a blank expression. Holmes also glanced at the other things in the box at that moment.

All grenades and magazines.

Are you really not an overweight box?

"By the way, it's just a small suggestion. If you don't have enough mental preparation, it's best not to enter the city center, especially the street, because they are there," Moriarty's mouth rose slightly, slightly reflective. Behind the lens are incomparably deep eyes, "This world is poisonous to pan-human history, especially to you who are fighting for pan-human history, is it slowly disappearing in happiness, or dying in despair? I'm looking forward to it. Your struggles~"

It was as vicious as a spider that leisurely roamed on the spider web and admired the butterfly that was struggling after being caught.

"It's just that it's offensive to say this from the mouth of you, who also comes from the pan-human history," Sherlock Holmes raised his eyebrows. "I thought you were here to help us."

"The professor must be on the opposite side of the detective. I can't possibly help you," Moriarty waved. "You wouldn't believe it, would you?"

"That's right, your trying to help me is definitely the funniest lie in the world."

"So let's have a good talk," Moriarty said, leaning over to Sherlock Holmes, "and try to stop my conspiracy."

No, there is one more doubt about it.

Holmes narrowed his eyes and glanced quietly at Nightingale, who was wearing an obviously ill-fitting white coat.

Why would you choose to stand beside Moriarty.

A corner gradually revealed in Chapter 10

Anyway, whether the world is happy or not has nothing to do with me, huh?warmth?How can I feel warm when I've been burned by the flames of vengeance, can't you hear me?My roar, rescue?How will you save me who was born out of hatred! ——? ? ?

"Wum! The sea!"

Fujimaru Rika opened her hands to feel the comfortable sea breeze, and the cool sea water slid between her toes, as refreshing as lying on the water bed after working hard for a long time.

"Mash, try it too," Fujimaru Rika waved at Mash.

"Okay!" Matthew took off his boots and stepped into the sea carefully.

"Matthew looks at the trick!"

Fujimaru Rika grinned wickedly, picked up the sea water and poured it at Mash.

"Yeah!"

The cold touch made Matthew shudder, and the clothes in front of him were completely soaked and somewhat transparent under the attack of Fujimaru Tachika. Matthew blushed and squatted down while covering his chest.