Crown Master

Merlin stepped out of the newly built LME building, and what he saw at a glance was the dull night against the lights of the city.

"The skirt of the goddess of the night can no longer continue to shine like stars."

But with the effort of speaking, he got through to a foreign number.

After a simple wait, the old man's voice belonging to Professor Moriarty crossed the sea and arrived at this island country in the Middle East.

The bustling streets of Tokyo are full of people, and the gentleman in London living in the thick fog is thousands of miles away, but they chat on an equal footing.

The mobile phone distorts the sound quality of some real people, but the meaning of the words can be fully conveyed.

"It's so strange, you will take the initiative to contact me, is it because there is a place where I need to go out?"

Professor Moriarty's voice seems to be hooked on an evil hook. He is in the dark kingdom of the criminal king in the novel. His whole temperament is quickly assimilated by this gloomy and neurotic city, and he becomes like the Shinjuku singularity. , the evil professor arrogantly appeared beside the protagonist as a "just partner", intending to shoot the bullet called betrayal at a critical moment.

Listening to such a voice, savoring the playful and sinful nicotine in the tone, I can't help wondering whether I have been shot by a bullet, and whether I am about to be betrayed by him.

As we all know, Moriarty is not only the old enemy of detective Sherlock Holmes, but also a super evil villain!

Fortunately, the person who took the initiative to contact this excellent criminal boss was not the enemy he fought until his death, but he was also an excellent magician, a hateful liar, and a deceitful villain.

The degree of viciousness of the two sides is almost the same, and the camouflage mode is almost the same. When talking, it can easily become a negotiation in the dark world.

It's a "deal".

I know very well that I will compare drugs with bombs on my head and bury them on the bottom of my feet to see whose heart is dirtier.

It's easy for those who hear it to think so.

However, it is not.

Rather, the menacing atmosphere is just a kind of "normality".

A disguised form of human communication to accommodate each other.

The crime lord is in a good mood in his city and desperately needs some of his kind to cultivate his criminal atmosphere.

It just so happens that Merlin is just such a changeable magician.

Not only can he turn into a flower, but he can also easily turn into anyone he wants to see with the naked eye.

Professor Moriarty is obviously in a good mood today, otherwise he wouldn't have changed his tone to be so vicious on purpose, knowing that it was Merlin's intention, as cruel as a leader threatening others, with vulgar words , speaking very dirty, I can't imagine such an old gentleman can spit out such foul language, but this is what makes the British interesting.

Sometimes they are like a rainy day in London, gloomy and old-fashioned, rigid and unaggressive, and sometimes they are thugs. During the Hundred Years War, every Englishman was a pirate on the ocean.

Even after all these years, the British seem to hide their most vulgar side, which is obvious in the dirty and scary English.

After scolding his mother, Professor Moriarty laughed out loud without warning, and then his temperament became restrained in his speech, as graceful as a mathematics professor dealing with formulas.

All that happened in a short period of time was like a scene in a movie. He heard a vulgar Englishman with his own ears, put on a suit and tie in a blink of an eye, and became a strict gentleman.

The overall impression is as if you have just tasted a vulgar novel with a vulgar plot, or as if you have just stepped out of watching a midnight movie.

It's hard to say whether it's good or bad, but what is certain is that once the professors enter this state, they can finally communicate some "normal" things.

The old professor who no longer uttered dirty words sighed quietly: "Ah, I miss the air here, even though the weather here is always between cloudy and occasional sunny and tortures the body of the elderly, although I like this building very much. My city, but when can I go back? I think the mild climate of the Japanese island is more suitable for my fragile waist and creaking thighbones."

Merlin smiled, and deliberately retorted: "Where is that, Professor, you are obviously old and strong. When you opened the treasure, you jumped from such a high place and swung the coffin to fight head-on. I don't think the climate of London alone can defeat you. A body that can withstand tens of kilograms of weight."

Professor Moriarty: "..."

Merlin smiled.

Moriarty curled his lips on the other side of the phone depressed.

"Okay, magician, the elderly can't be teased about their fragility, tell me why you came."

Merlin: "First, I need your Holy Grail."

Moriarty raised an ashen brow in England.

Merlin: "Secondly..." He lowered his voice, "Should you give up too?"

Professor Moriarty: "Hmph, after all, I'm here to covet the little 'property' of the old man."

Merlin smiled and explained: "Your wealth is not a little bit. If you succeed, it will be quite a great achievement."

"So what? Saving the world is what the protagonist does, and the old man is also the villain!"

Moriarty's displeasure was transmitted to Merlin's ears intact through the distortion of modern technology.

"I don't like the way you people deal with things. What you care about, and the whole world, always regress first. You say this is a noble sacrifice, but what I see is cowardly cowardice. Especially the one who wears A weak king in a doctor's shell..."

Merlin seemed to hear a tag, fearless of the wind and rain, passing through the clouds and sticking to his poor colleague.

Well, no matter before or now, Dr. Roman seems to have a reputation among followers who will always hover between disgust and unpopularity.

Apparently, Professor Moriarty loathes the soft king.

Merlin thought about it, and felt that he should still give respect to the clairvoyant group, and not allow Solomon to spoil everyone's reputation.

"But even so, you agreed to my request, didn't you?"

"That's because there's no way!" The old man's voice suddenly became irritable, as if he was pounding the table, "She disagrees, and she will send my old enemy to London to torment me! Not the fist of some consulting detective!"

Merlin: "Uh..."

Moriarty's tone suddenly became serious after complaining.

"Of course, it's not that I give in to that guy. As an elegant and decent elderly gentleman, knowing the times is not a stain in my life experience. On the contrary, occasional concessions are conducive to the development of a good relationship. Although I and that The guy has no intention of being friendly at all, not at all!"

Merlin held back his smile, and respectfully put up a ladder for the old man.

"I know that you are always the performance of a mature person, and we should all thank you for your tolerance."

Professor Moriarty snorted, and continued: "I don't have to worry here, I will go back to Japan soon, although London is a city that represents an important meaning in my life, it has already become a symbol and integrated into my life. In my life. I remember the smell of burning tobacco at the end of the 21th century, and the noise of industrialization in the street at the beginning of the [-]th century, but this is the [-]st century, and all kinds of scenery are gone.”

Merlin slowed his breathing, not to disturb an old man's memory.

"Okay, that's it, I've had enough of my stay, I want to go to a city that is more friendly to my legs and waist!"

Moriarty took a short time to detach himself from the memories of the past, followed by the noisy complaints of a lively little old man.

Merlin readily agreed, and then hung up the phone.

He didn't call to hear the old man talk about how the cold weather affected the old man's bones. What he wanted to know from him was that among the many forces in Japan, the owners of the stone slabs who had the closest relationship with the professor had great feelings for Caleb. bottom view.

It doesn't make sense for everyone to help repair the wall of reality, but the "civil servants" of these countries are silent.

Among the known forces that have been informed of the truth about the "terrorists attacking Tokyo", Reiji Ao Munakata and Daikaku Tonori of the Golden Kingdom have ambiguous attitudes.

If it wasn't for finding out their attitude, Merlin didn't need to make this call.

However, the old man was rambling on, and some meanings were revealed in a subtle way.

It seems that there may be civil strife among the kings.

Merlin put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Walking on the street with his unusual appearance could easily attract crowds of onlookers. People passing by him seemed to be affected by invisible forces, subconsciously avoiding his walking route, and paying attention to his appearance. Appearance is blind.

"Forget it, as long as it doesn't involve the topic of destroying the world, no matter how hard you beat us, it doesn't matter to us, and the little girl doesn't need to make a special trip."

Stopping, Merlin took out the car key to unlock the anti-theft lock, and sat in the driver's seat neatly.

It's just that as soon as he buckled up his seat belt, the phone rang in his pocket.

"Who is it?" There's no need to open clairvoyance to see such trivial things. Merlin started the car and took it out to glance at the contact person. He thought it was one of the few women he had left his number recently, but he didn't expect the same gender. But it may also be the uneasy little master who holds the power of life and death.

"Ah!" He hastily pressed the ON button, and the started vehicle stopped at the exit of the underground parking lot. He blinked his eyes and tried to let his innocent voice and surprised tone reach the other side of the receiver first, and then he It's easy to start fooling around.

No, Gudazi made a more innocent voice there.

"Merlin, I can't seem to go out."

Merlin's hand holding the steering wheel tightened, unable to laugh anymore.

"why?"

Remember right? Tonight there is a schedule for a variety show and rehearsals for two old song covers?

"Thought... I seem to have been selected by an incredible thing."

Inside the house, Gu Dazi kept the dress he was about to go out and sat on the sofa in the living room covering his face. As long as he went out the door, he could see the ultra-small Sword of Damocles hanging on the roof of the house.

Fortunately, the sword that judges the fate of mankind is a malnourished trumpet.

Unfortunately, maybe because of her super small size, she would float on top of her head when she went out now, only a slap away, and occasionally competed with Daimao for the leading role.

What do you mean?

Is this the sword of fate that judges no one but only my head?

You are too much!

The author has something to say:

At the end of the month, the author started looting the nutrient solution!

Hand it over! (super fierce)