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If there is anything that can describe Sherlock Holmes' fucking mood at the moment, it is probably that when the answer is halfway through, it is about to start a stimulating game of IQ and strength with the last black hand, that overweight, full of black water, the so-called "parent" "Block everything for yourself at once.

Nothing - no sign - sign! !

No sign! ! !

Mr. Detective was so angry that he pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the sky of London, "Bang bang bang!!" to express his feeling of eating shit, no, it was the mood of wanting McCauf to eat shit .

Sherlock looked at the other party with a dark face after the phone call. The phone call obviously had no important content. If it had any special effect, it obviously had similar DNA with him, and happened to be in the same ovary. The dead fat man who was born, come here to remind him.

No no no why.

Mr. Detective frowned so much that he could pinch a fly to death. He really couldn't understand what the goldfish were thinking now.

After all, the other party was just a jobless vagrant without a passport a few days ago, but he became Moriarty's pawn in the transition.And now, he actually hooked up with Mycroft under the British government again.

This kind of approach, not to mention the general criminals with acting personality, Moriarty would allow the chess pieces he arranged to betray is ridiculous.

Moriarty's madness is directly proportional to his desire to control.

The chessboard has just begun, and reason is definitely still at the top.

A director who carefully arranges the whole stage play will never let his script collapse before it even starts. This is like making Moriarty raise his face and let the other party slap him in the face!

And how could that fat man Mycroft let a person who didn't know his position be his eyeliner?

Are there any special places and clues about this person?

Wang Wanghua knew that the detective was having a brainstorm by looking at the detective's fiery body and the way he kept twisting the red line.

Twitching his mouth, the feeling of being shot all over his body made him uncomfortable.

Wang Wanghua had no choice but to say:

"My intelligence is sent for free by Wuchang."

Even if McCoff doesn't trust him, why not send the information for free?

And from a subjective point of view, he doesn't like Moriarty, the underworld that sells arms | firearms.The cool antithesis in the novel is another matter in real society.

□□, kidnapping threat, malicious instigation, drug trafficking... No matter what kind of nature it is, it is very bad, at least, according to his current social value.

For a moment, he was suddenly curious about what these so-called high-IQ anti-social personalities were thinking.

"What do you think of Moriarty?"

the black-haired youth asked.

Sherlock glanced at him inexplicably:

"He's a very interesting opponent."

"In this world full of goldfish, it's hard to see such a person who thinks with his brain," Sherlock said slightly, "It's really unimaginable, almost half of the crimes in London have the shadow of this person! Cunning, Clever, calculating, like a spider spinning a web and waiting for its prey! And it's only now being known to the police!"

In Sherlock's view, this can be said to be a rare game and game in his life that makes him so passionate!

This is also a major reason why he cares so much about Moriarty.

The black-haired young man on the opposite side didn't show the expression that ordinary people would see a madman desperate for his life after hearing his words, nor did he show the so-called anger--the tone of complete disregard for other people's lives hidden in his words.

The young man is thoughtful.

Looking at Mr. Detective with empty eyes, he smiled.Then he said a sentence that was somewhat unclear to Sherlock.

"I hope you can meet your Watson sooner."

The author has something to say: emm...a short chapter is better than nothing

I'm going to secretly drop the collection again!

#More text must drop the law#

It doesn't matter, I don't feel bad, anyway, it's another hit on the street.

The world of Sherlock isn't over yet, ouch...why isn't it over yet?I'm going to cry, and if I drag it out, I'm going to explode. By the way, the little angels who are still reading this article can leave a comment about which world they want. Maybe I will write it when I meet someone I like.

Damn, can't get the color, no power.

I feel so serious about writing that I can’t even drive a car.