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

The photo above is of the Watson and his wife. According to his memory, this should be a photo of him and the Watson and his wife. Although he was reluctant at the time, he still looked at it every day in front of the typewriter, but the photo was of Morrie. Artie, and—

Watson, why are you laughing so happily!The corners of the mouth rose more than three degrees in my photo!

You obviously said that you hated Moriarty the most!

Oh, yes, Watson said he hated him too.

"Moriarty, I remember you said that you wouldn't sit on such a boring thing," Sherlock Holmes resisted the urge to draw a gun and looked at Moriarty with a smile, "Live in my house. , sitting on my sofa, smoking my pipe, and taking pictures with my assistant, do you want to fight?"

"Sherlock Holmes, your biggest weakness is the Watsons. Of course, this is also your strongest point. Using them will always make it easy for you to take the bait," Moriarty held the pipe that couldn't be used at all, and his eyes flashed. After a hint of coldness, "But every time it will fail because of them."

"So, this is your conspiracy?" Holmes raised his legs. "Replace me? This really surprises me."

"It's not!" Moriarty sighed, slumped on the sofa weakly, and at first glance thought he was a decadent middle-aged man, "I hate Sherlock Holmes the most in this world. You? I'm afraid I'll die from allergies."

"Then I think you are ready to die," Holmes glanced around. "From the traces in this room, you should have lived for a while, and with Nightingale, at this point I I have to admit, I am very envious. Speaking of her, Watson will be present as much as possible every time she meets her client."

Prevent him from choking on the client.

"She went to the exam, but don't worry, she will be back soon," Moriarty glanced at his watch, "Well, 10 minutes at most."

"It seems to have lived for a long time," Holmes raised his eyebrows, "envy."

"This woman won't hesitate to flush your pleasure pills down the toilet," Moriarty held her forehead.

"It's all right, Watson often does these things," Holmes waved his hand very indifferently.

"What do you think of the world?" Moriarty took out a chess piece from the sofa and placed it next to the photo.

Sherlock Holmes moved his eyes and began to set his pieces.

"With your observation and reasoning ability, you should have figured out the world," Moriarty tossed the king's pawn, "or you want me to write the answer on my face."

"You can't beat me at chess," Sherlock Holmes pushed the chess piece expressionlessly, "According to my reasoning, you can't cast your cobwebs in this world at all. The most terrifying part of the professor is your huge criminal empire, but here you There is nothing and there will be nothing, which is why you appeared directly in front of me, because you have no pawns at all."

"I've been seen through~" Moriarty pushed his glasses and began to respond to Holmes' attack, "That's why I asked how [this world] is."

"It's perfect for those mortals, but boring for me," Sherlock Holmes raised his brows. "Cigarettes and alcohol are basically museum collections, not to mention ahem, anyway, for Sherlock Holmes. Saying that the world sucks, you'll probably do something to make life a little more exciting all the time, even if you drag others down."

"Sherlock Holmes did indeed do that~" Moriarty stood up and looked down at Sherlock Holmes meaningfully.

"Snapped--"

Holmes fell silent as he watched the pawn he put down.

He made a mistake, and the original advantage was reversed.

"The elephant eats the horse, General."

Moriarty stood up, turned, picked up a book, and gently stroked the cover of the book as if he was missing something.

"The biggest difference between Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes is that Moriarty's way of dealing with the boring world is to show malice, and Holmes is to deal with that malice, but have you ever thought that if Moriarty didn't show malice , but chooses to help prevent malice, so what should Sherlock Holmes, who takes pleasure in solving malice, do.”

Sherlock Holmes stood up with a blank expression and covered the dazzling photo on the table.

"Wang Xiangche is two squares."

"I'm afraid it will be very boring," Moriarty threw the book to Sherlock Holmes, "after all, he is a completely high-IQ anti-social personality, you can't integrate or refuse to integrate into other people, as long as you can satisfy your [desire], Fame or something is completely unimportant, the chariot moves three squares towards the king chariot, General."

"Elephant Xiangchasange," Holmes' eyes narrowed when he saw the cover of the book.

"Similarly, crime doesn't matter to you at all, so you start to create your own without a crime solution, but in this world crime itself is unlikely, let alone finding accomplices, [it's too difficult] for Sherlock Holmes to come It's a fatal temptation," Moriarty said, passing Sherlock Holmes unhurriedly, "like eating an elephant."

"The chariot is like four squares," Holmes clenched his fists.

"The unprecedented difficulty made Holmes extremely excited, so in the eyes of others, some men with autism and depression began to secretly show their talents," Moriarty opened the drawer and took out a stack of newspapers, "The car eats car."

"Soldiers eat cars."

"Elephant to elephant seven squares."

"The queen eats horses and soldiers."

"Then it started. Sherlock Holmes committed a crime alone, setting off a crime frenzy in a world where even crime itself is impossible." Moriarty patted Holmes on the back with a newspaper, "You think you can reach it with your talent. How big can it be?"

Holmes opened the book expressionlessly, just as he reasoned.

"Nothing can be done, all your crimes have been prematurely terminated by me, and you have not done a single thing until you die," Moriarty whispered to Sherlock Holmes' ear, "the elephant moves to the elephant eight squares, moves One word, General."

"But this time it was Sherlock Holmes who was checkmate."

"Crack-"

Nightingale in a white coat stared blankly at Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, who had always followed her own way. For the first time, she hesitated.

"Sorry, I went the wrong way."

Chapter 13 This is common sense, my friend

genius?Maybe you think so, but throughout history you and I are just mortals in front of the real geniuses, no, maybe goldfish, you don't understand that, that's the difference between you and me. ——? ? ?

They are old enemies, but not only old enemies, but also the same kind in this boring world. If the other party dies, then only some other goldfish will be left.

Of course, this is purely Sherlock Holmes' personal thought. As a serious man with a serious job and even a book and a high reputation, Moriarty hates Sherlock Holmes very much. He sometimes even suspects that Sherlock Holmes is against him for no justice at all .

But I have to say that he had a hunch when he saw Sherlock Holmes for the first time. This is not another goldfish man who is easy to fool, but a genius who stands at the same height as him. He is the enemy of his life, but it is a pity that the enemy of Holmes Not just him.

Of course, this is Moriarty, the leader of evil in the pan-human history. He once defeated Sherlock Holmes and lost in the last game. Everything disappeared. Anyway, he couldn't afford to lose. It's just to win it back, that's all, but if you die, wouldn't it be difficult to win it back again?