The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

In the evening, Central District, Phoenix River Prison.

Sherlock is no stranger to the layout of the meeting room, but he has always been the one outside the transparent glass window.

Suddenly sitting inside and waiting for others to visit the prison is indeed a bit uncomfortable, even worse than being arrested.

After receiving the man's message, he knew that the fact that he was a "super villain" would be exposed sooner or later, so he didn't resist when the Security Bureau headquarters sent a contact. He simply admitted and obediently entered the prison.

If he was just acting as a villain without planning any bad things, he would probably be released after a period of observation, and the most likely end would be to leave the headquarters.

But would that man really make things so easy?

Sherlock regained consciousness from his messy thoughts, and the door opposite the glass in the meeting room opened silently, and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked in.

He has black hair and brown eyes, but his silhouette bears obvious traces of Westerners. He is a little familiar, but he has never seen it before.

Come to think of it, it was the kidnapped son of the seaside inn owner... was he released?

"Why were you the first person to visit the prison?" Sherlock looked at the anxious young man with sharp eyes.

"...Father said let me thank you." After closing the door, the boy sat anxiously on the chair opposite him, his voice was a little nasal, and he was far away from the microphone at first, so he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

However, the boy said the next sentence slowly while leaning next to the microphone.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is... James Moriarty."

The uneasiness on that slightly immature face quickly receded, leaving only a happy smile from the heart, slowly wiping off the camouflage on the skin.

It turned out to be him!

Sherlock immediately stood up from his seat, suppressing his anger and pounding his hands on the glass partition.

By the way, there are still many details in that case that are worthy of scrutiny, such as why the bedroom has not been used, and there is only one person left in the living room... It can only prove that the kidnapper is the victim.

But Sherlock got all his attention from that message, and the recall order from the headquarters was rushed, leaving him no time to think about it.

The most frightening thing is, why did Moriarty come to this city?

The person who died in that world was himself, but he should still be alive!

Sherlock, who gradually lost his composure, lowered his head and met those devil's eyes.

……

An hour later, the same meeting room.

The person sitting in front of Sherlock was replaced by Wuliangye, with his arms resting on the table with the spirit of a prisoner.

Fu Zhao wanted to say a lot of things. Seeing his messy hair and exhausted appearance, he tried to compress what he wanted to say into one sentence: "Why are you so careless? Someone reported you? Or is Skynet having a convulsion again?"

He also wanted to ask who the previous prison visitor was. After all, Sherlock, who had no friends, seemed to find it difficult to find anyone else who cared about him. However, thinking that there was still Mycroft in this world, he omitted that question.

"I'm getting out of here."

These were the first words Sherlock said after he entered the door, still staring at the table and leaning on the chair with his arms folded.

Fu Zhao struggled and scratched his hair: "Isn't it possible to let it go after confirming that no destruction event has been planned? At most, it's just losing my job. Haven't I been fired yet?"

So, why the rush to leave?

"Then I'll go back." Sherlock stood up as calmly as possible, but the bloodshot eyes could reveal his anxiety.

Since Fu Zhao didn't help, there was no value in continuing the conversation, and it was better for him.

"Whoa!"

The moment Sherlock turned around, there was a loud sound of shattering bulletproof glass behind him!

When visiting the Phoenix River Prison, you must search your body, but you don't have to carry the weapon according to the symbol...

"What are you still doing in a daze, let's go." Wuliangye did not take back the crime song, but stretched out his left hand to him, "Someone will come and arrest us soon!"

Sherlock jumped over the table and stood beside him: "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm so eager to leave?"

"Actually, I have long wanted to try how it feels to rob a prison..." Fu Zhao opened the door of the meeting room excitedly, flexing his muscles in the face of the enemies pouring into the corridor.

That's right, he is now an enemy with the headquarters.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth raised rapidly, and then returned to its original shape due to the heavy reality.

—Before tonight.

This is what Moriarty left behind, inviting him to a duel, just like last time.

Dangerous criminals want to escape from the central area, and the bus with heavy traffic is more convenient than the subway, and it is more difficult to monitor.

Turn 202 to 59, then turn to 368, then turn to 459...

The traffic complexity of this city is beyond imagination, and for a moment I felt that I was flying to the sky on a bus.

Fortunately, after getting out of the car, I could see that the surrounding scenery belonged to the underground area, and Sherlock hadn't been impatient so far.

"To put it simply, my mortal enemy came to this world and asked me to compete with him. Although I don't know how he appeared, the constraints of reincarnation are loose enough to allow people from other worlds not to be summoned. Appearing, it doesn't seem to be difficult."

Fu Zhao thought for a while, and asked a sharp irrelevant question: "In the past, were you killed by him?"

"...Yeah." Sherlock nodded slightly looking into the distance.

In a duel with Moriarty at the Falls, the man who dies is not the king of that criminal empire.

And the detective, who always wears a trench coat and a deer hunting suit, is cast as an evil criminal amidst the flawed evidence.

That experience had passed for too long, so long that even if his memory didn't deteriorate in any way, he still forgot the details of that time.

He would only repeatedly warn one thing in his mind—this time, he must never lose to Moriarty again.

Fu Zhao rewrapped the wound wildly in the corner, and the convenience of a superhero physique was revealed at this moment: "If you think about it, you see, I have been loyal for half my life, and I didn't die at the mouth of my boss. Obviously, I didn't take the gold of……"

"Let's talk about it in detail." There was still pursuit behind him, and Sherlock was definitely not asking questions just to pass the time.

"In the past, the organization asked someone to go to the bank to grab 1 million yen, but it was difficult for one person to take it away and it was easy to depreciate. So in the next operation, we decided to only grab gold, which is worth more than 700 million and weighs about [-] ounces. It’s easy to hide, and you’re not afraid of marked money.”

"After the overseas branches of the organization were wiped out by the Chaoyang masses, only the man code-named Moutai escaped, so he was responsible for robbing the bank. The organization prepared two cars, one was empty to attract the attention of the police, and I was in charge Take the gold away."

Be as detailed as you can recall.

Unfortunately, before the two cars set off, he was knocked unconscious from behind. The murderer was unknown and the gold was lost.

Sherlock stared at the street where the crowds were passing by, and his tone was soft and quick: "The person responsible for the robbery didn't bring out the gold at all. Both cars were empty. Once you are found missing, of course you are the biggest suspect."

"Then the one who knocked me out was..."

"What do you say?"

"Maotai? I think that kid is an undercover agent of Chaoyang Group!" Fu Zhao kicked the corner angrily, "If I go back, I will definitely tell the boss. The organization can no longer train undercover agents!"

Sherlock turned his head, turned his eyes back to the normal-looking passerby on the corner of the street, and pulled him across the path to leave here: "Change your attire every hour, now it's time, you go to the front to change, separate and go to find Moriarty."

Fu Zhao nodded solemnly and looked more childish with his peaked cap tilted: "You will definitely not lose."

He held the phone nervously through his pocket, seemingly frank and hiding a secret.

The strange contact said that as long as he stayed somewhere, there was a way to eliminate all negative influences on Sherlock.In any case, he decided to try such a simple cooperation.

Sherlock hummed casually, and when he was out of sight, he sent a message on his new phone.

"where shall we meet?"

"right here."

Sherlock received the reply almost immediately, took a few steps to the side, and immediately looked up into the air.

"Don't move."

When the Milky Way above the head came into view, new information was sent at the same time.

"Galaxy" is a new landscape in the underground area. The aerial viewing corridor attracts a large number of tourists every day. The bright lights shine on the fully transparent tempered glass and mirrors, so that the place will not be silent at night.

"Come up from the central elevator, we are waiting for you."

The entire "Galaxy" corridor has been cleared, and Sherlock no longer needs to ask stupid questions about who "we" are after leaving the elevator.

This space made up of countless fragile mirrors is spherical, reflecting each other, and each mirror displays Moriarty and amulets symmetrically.

One left and one right, motionless.

Moriarty looked younger than when he was dueling in his previous life, no wonder he could pretend to be 17 years old, but his tone was very cold.

"Play a game, judge my position through the reflection within three seconds, and then open—not to mention I didn't bring it with me when I left the prison, I took it in for you, and there is one inside."

He didn't send another text, explaining that he could see Sherlock from his position, but staring straight ahead blankly as he spoke would not give away that he was seeing from that direction.

He probably couldn't see him from Fu Zhao's position, so he turned his eyes around and couldn't calm down.

There is no need for rewards in this game, because you can have everything if you win.

Sherlock loaded the gun calmly. With the power of this gun, it probably won't be a problem to penetrate the entire mirror space.

"one."

Sherlock was lost in thought.

If you give him 10 minutes instead of three seconds, the chances of reaching the correct conclusion are 100%.

Now I can only think roughly, or rather, try my luck.

After opening, he may hit the rune, or he may miss it. The best result is to hit Moriarty with one hit.

Remove the mirror reflection in the air, this circular space is divided into 16 elements, the probability of getting the best ending is 1/16, Moriarty may hide behind any mirror.

There is a transparent floor under the feet, this height makes people dizzy... Well, I don't know how Fu Zhao endured it.

Unless... from his angle, he couldn't see the ground?

"two."

After receiving the message just now, he walked to the right for a while and came to the bottom of the Milky Way. When he looked up, he received a text message, indicating that Moriarty could not see him at the previous position.

Moriarty on the right?

No, it should be on the left, and the mirror image problem must be considered.

But the person in the mirror image is not only Moriarty or the talisman, but also himself!Why didn't all the mirrors show Sherlock?That's because his figure was also reflected away.

If you initially take your attention away from others and focus on yourself, you will have a second to think about the correct direction to shoot.

There is only one second left, and the counting person is about to utter the next syllable...

At this moment, Fu Zhao suddenly made a gesture of writing.

He is right-handed, and the image in the mirror is on the same side as Sherlock's right hand. This hint is enough information.

He is on the left.

So Moriarty...

"three."

At the same moment, Sherlock raised his hand away, roaring out of his chest, and blood gushed out from the chest of Moriarty's image at the same time!

hit!

But at the same time, why did Fu Zhao...began to bleed together?

It stands to reason that only one of them can be hit, unless the two are... back to back.

What he just moved was his left hand!

It hit Moriarty's right chest, and the mirror image of the wound appeared on Fu Zhao's body, which was the more deadly left chest.

And right to the heart.

All the mirrors were useless at this moment, Moriarty lowered his voice, turned his head and approached Fu Zhao: "I always knew that you didn't intend to agree to my request at all, this was just to remind him at a critical moment, and you didn't intend to say anything This thing behind me. You bad guy."

One hit to the heart, and the superhero is doomed.

Moriarty felt that the ending was satisfactory, and declared victory to the mirror in front of him before sending him to the first aid: "I don't want to kill you, but I want to cooperate with you. This time you don't need others to do it, you killed the hero of this world yourself .”

"Sherlock, there is too much darkness in this world. There are Loki and Hannibal, as well as a joker who has no real name but a code name. After we cooperate, you should also think of a decent code name for me."

Don't promise him, and don't feel guilty.

You can't lose, but I have no intention of winning or losing.

Fu Zhao wasn't the one who wanted to say these words, but he couldn't pronounce a single syllable, so he could only shake his head desperately in the end.

Into an endless darkness.

Goodbye, this world.

……

In the darkness, a mechanized voice chattered endlessly.

Exactly the same as the original.

Fu Zhao lowered his head and found that the wound healed automatically, and his whole body was emitting a faint fluorescent light, but he immediately protested with his fists: "Hey! Isn't this right? I was obviously killed by someone, why is it considered to be the elimination of all criminals?"

"So I should commit suicide the day after I appeared in that unlucky world, and then go back immediately?"

No voice answered, it seemed to be the default.

Symbol: "...I hate you."

"No, no, you'd better put me back, just the day before I died."

It's similar to the feeling when I came to that city. I slowly found my own existence in the void, and then opened my eyes... It was a scene so familiar that I wanted to roll and kiss the ground!

On the streets of Tokyo, Fu Zhao was holding shopping bags in both hands, and was deeply dazed in the face of people coming and going.

The current time is clearly marked on the LED screen in the square, at 6:30 in the evening... he he he he is back? !

"I'm not dead! I'm not dead!" Fu Zhao threw up the shopping bag and spun around in circles, jumping high under the surprised eyes of passers-by.

According to the itinerary, he should go back to make dinner after shopping for vegetables, so Fu Zhao excitedly carried the things on his shoulders and ran towards the organization.

The poor villa is still so familiar, and the gin sitting in the living room looks very pleasing to the eye...

Although there are still not many words.

"Shochu."

Fu Zhao walked over through the bag, and handed out a bottle of dark drink: "Sorry, boss, I don't have enough money, so I only bought Coke, or I can get you a bottle of soju?"

Gin didn't say a word, and silently unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle with the idea of ​​making do... and was immediately shot in the face by the surging carbonated drink!

"I'm still sorry, boss, I suddenly remembered that I threw a shopping bag on the road, and the bubbles of the Coke were shaken out, and it exploded as soon as you twisted it." Fu Zhao scratched his head, apologizing as before without sincerity.

But today the gin was not pulled out!Instead, he wiped off the liquid on his face with the sleeve of his windbreaker and reminded: "Don't forget the task tomorrow."

Thinking of something, Fu Zhao was stunned for a moment and quickly returned to normal to go to the kitchen to wash the vegetables: "Boss, you see that you don't have any taste of the Northeast when you speak Japanese now."

Qin Jiu didn't know, so he stared at him.

"Nothing, I will complete the task!"

Stay away from Moutai, expose his undercover identity and live...

Fu Zhao was washing and rinsing at the sink, and suddenly felt that such a life was very boring.

The ecstasy of starting over has gradually cooled down, and he still misses that person who does not belong to this world, and that star.

He wanted to remind Sherlock of the enemy's location. Of course, he and Moriarty couldn't mention the back-to-back, otherwise he would hesitate endlessly, and three seconds would have passed.

But it just didn't take into account that the other party is also in the mirror image...

Really, if I knew it, I would have moved my right hand.The enemy was hit in the heart on the spot, and he should still be able to breathe a sigh of relief if he was sent for rescue.

But the endings are similar. If two people are tied together, they will definitely be injured.

I don't know what happened next in the other world, did Sherlock defeat his opponent?Or repeat the same mistakes again?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that the current daily life is very boring, and if he didn't go astray, he should have other choices in his life, shouldn't he?

This kind of life is enough, it's time for a change...

Finally, Fu Zhao couldn't bear to put down the half-washed dishes, and rushed out of the kitchen with his head in his arms, shouting, "I forgot to buy soy sauce, go out now and be right back!"

Maybe a walk in the street would calm him down.

The street lights slowly come on in the evening, illuminating the road under your feet very warmly.

"Otherwise, if I don't do anything well tomorrow and get beaten to death again, I might be able to go there."

Fu Zhao felt that this idea was unrealistic, what if he really died?

The night was getting darker and darker. It is estimated that the people in the organization were still waiting for him to buy soy sauce and cook, but Wuliangye was still wandering in the street. At first there were passers-by, but then no one was there.

Aimless, he can move forward in any direction, which is similar to his first half of life.

"Ahh! I'm a member of a criminal group, what's going on now?"

"Forget it, if you don't make any changes tomorrow, you will die if you die completely, accept your fate!"

"Otherwise, there is no other choice..."

At the end of the street, there was a man standing under the street lamp, his thin body wrapped in a well-tailored windbreaker, and his shadow curled up quietly at his feet.

Fu Zhao just casually raised his eyes and looked ahead, his irritable voice was immediately blocked in his chest!

The man did not come, and he stretched out his hand arrogantly and waited for him to hold it: "Don't know where to go? I just need an assistant. Congratulations on passing the interview. Sherlock Holmes... It's a pleasure to meet you."