[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

Of course it wasn't that Moriarty didn't want to be caught, but he didn't want to be caught for no apparent reason!

"Actually, the matter is very simple." Hodge reached out and shook his left hand, the wedding ring on it was shining under the light.

Moriarty remembered clearly that he hadn't seen Hodge's wedding ring before... Oh no, no!

Moriarty shook his head. He remembered that Hodge did wear a wedding ring, and then the wedding ring disappeared...then the wedding ring appeared again—so, Hodge should have given the wedding ring to the service when he ordered the roses Health, and the waiter picked up the wedding ring and saw the name engraved on it?

Engraving names on wedding rings is a habit, pretty much everyone does it, so if the waiter wasn't an idiot, he must have known something was wrong?

And seeing the name on the inside of the ring - Hayley certainly wasn't Moriarty's initials - the waiter must have thought it was weird, so weird that he was seeing... tip!

Yes, a tip!

In the United States, a country where tips are everywhere...Hodge paid tips with the rare cash on his body, and acted like a perfect gentleman. This is nothing worth noting, but... Moriarty refused to let go of his own thoughts , Whether he wins or loses, he must see the process he wants to see, so he pointed to the trembling waiter and said sharply: "Tip...Tip! That cash...I want to see it! "

The waiter is just a little clever kid. He looks less than 20 years old. Hearing the heart-piercing screams of the criminals, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp. Go to the ground - and this sound depends on the tip, which made him jump behind an FBI trembling.

Still, the cash was given to Moriarty.

There is actually nothing special about the cash, except that there is an SOS crease on it... In fact, from Moriarty's position, he can just see that it is a folded into a small square and then opened Ten dollars in cash - oh, that's pretty nerve-wracking!

Moriarty took a closer look at the creases. The part that was regarded as the SOS was scratched out with nails. Hodge's nails were neatly manicured, but when Moriarty looked at the cash, he revealed The nails on his left hand—there was a small sharp protrusion, and Moriarty frowned, thinking of the Hanni he killed when he drove over. At that time, he didn't notice what Hodge did, but now Thinking about it, he seemed to have done something that didn't fit his own personality—biting his nails.

At the time, Moriarty thought it was a manifestation of a person's guilt, but now, he suddenly realized that this was actually the first step in Alan Hodge's long-planned plan to find a helper.

Compared with Hodge, Moriarty found it even more frightening that he didn't know why the BAU team could arrive so quickly—even faster than the police who called the police.

The police rushed to the police and had to drive all the way, so...then why are the people in BAU so fast?

Are they better at tracking?

Or... did they know he was coming here?

Especially when that young little doctor in the BAU showed him a few photos—the phone, the photos in the phone—there were photos of him killing Hanni with his car, and he drove the car The pictures of going to the car wash... even the pictures of him taking Hodge into the restaurant...everything!

Moreover, the shooting angle of each picture is different.completely different!

Moriarty's eyes circled the dining room, and finally settled on a table—the picture was taken from that angle, and the picture from that angle... who made this?

All of this, everything, was like a huge shadow hanging over him - Moriarty, who was in control of everything, was actually controlled by someone this time. He couldn't accept it, tolerate it, let alone understand it!

That's not right...it's not right at all!

"Moriarty, you have nowhere to go." Hodge remained expressionless. He looked at the criminal in front of him, and had already evaluated his cruelty and mental state.

Moriarty is a sociopath, but he is not a typical antisocial personality that cannot be controlled. He can control himself and can usually package himself as a perfect gentleman, but this is just an illusion, because this illusion , many people will think that they are his "special one", which is why people like Hanni will die because of this.

And Hannie, as Lewintsky's second personality, was able to commit a crime without any guilt or even excitement... and her strange loyalty to Moriarty also made her look particularly weird, Then... Her existence is somewhat difficult to explain.

Under normal circumstances, multiple personalities are produced after a person has been suppressed for a long time.

And if Lewintsky's sexuality and life have been suppressed to the point where he had to develop a second personality... Theoretically speaking, Hanni's second personality should be a criminal centered on himself instead of revolving around other people The kind, unless Hannie knew Moriarty, not just acquainted, or... the kind who worshiped, blindly worshiped, and thought that she was the only one who could become Moriarty's confidant.

But Moriarty was a controlling personality, and he couldn't let Hannie's chirping around him as "advice."

In a cooperative crime, the main criminal with the controlling personality is obviously giving orders, while the one with the obedient personality, if he wants to control at all, then there are only two endings-the main criminal kills the accessory, or , the accessory kills the principal criminal and then transforms into the principal criminal.

Just the laws of nature.

Moriarty didn't know that Hodge had analyzed so much, he bit his cheek, making himself look extremely wronged - no, this is not the ending he wanted, absolutely not!

"Then, please come with us, Moriarty." Hodge made a gesture of invitation, and Raven and Morgan had already gone up and handcuffed Moriarty.

"There must be something wrong among you." Moriarty still said confidently, "There must be something wrong between you, so I really can't leave you...I want to see your special place... I said Sherlock..." He turned around and looked at Sherlock who was still muttering aside, "You found something wrong, didn't you?"

Asking Sherlock, Moriarty's tongue slid over his lips: "You see what's wrong with them, don't you?"

Sherlock didn't answer him.

"If you don't tell me, then... I can tell you what's wrong." He smiled, and raised his wrist to let everyone see the watch on his wrist, "This is a custom-made high-end mechanical watch, you see Come out, is there something wrong with it? Da da! Or you should go and see what's wrong in my car parked at the door!"

Moriarty, never put all your eggs in one basket.

He raised his arms and looked confident.

"Well, if you're talking about the bomb in your car, it's a pity that we came so late because... bomb disposal is a waste of time." Reid spoke from the side. When he spoke, this time it really No tension, "You have a box in the back seat with a bomb in it. And there's a bomb under the seat, and a trunk with not only a bomb in it, but a flower that looks like a marriage proposal Hold, the card on it reads - for Sherlock."

Three bombs.

Even a building is enough to blow up.

Moriarty was already ready to use a bomb, kill a bunch of people, sprinkle flowers among the dead... Isn't this the most romantic thing?

"No!" he screamed, "No no no no, no! You can't possibly know...impossible...oh yes!" He laughed, pressing the dial with a finger on his other hand, "Look, the hands are still moving—you can't find out all my secrets, all of them!"

No one can discover all the secrets.

All bombs.

"You mean the bomb strapped to your chassis?" Suddenly, Raven said, "Thank you very much for that,"

"What... what?!" Just when Moriarty was startled, there was a loud bang, accompanied by the sound of the building collapsing... Moriarty laughed out loud, he knew he would be fine ... No, he knew that everyone would die... Let's die together!Let's go together... He laughed for a long time until tears came out, but... why didn't the restaurant collapse?

Everything... everything seems to be okay? !

Raven shrugged: "Actually, I dropped your bomb into that building two streets away."

Two streets away, a building was about to be demolished. There was no one in it, and it was dilapidated, but it was said that it was going to be demolished, but it hadn’t been demolished for a long time—it was bought by the government and said it was used for training by the FBI. And Moriarty's bomb did exactly that, helping with the demolition—what a good bomb, right?

"Actually, if it weren't for your bomb, we would really find it very troublesome. You know, demolition is not easy." Hodge also attacked Moriarty.

"No...no no no...you lied to me...you lied to me!" Moriarty screamed and looked out the window—outside the window, the smoke was filled, and the smoke and dust brought by the collapse of the building looked like a layer of smoke. layer of fog.

This is impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

The director of the FBI sure wouldn't let them do that!

But... what does the smoke and dust outside represent?

No screaming, no crying... just Moriarty's pain!

This is wrong!

Moriarty fell to the ground, his wrists still in handcuffs, looking miserable.

It has to be said that capturing Moriarty was not that easy, but after finally catching him, everyone was very relieved.

The police car drove all the way to the police station. Moriarty's interrogation was not difficult. Everyone was a little afraid of his actions, and Sherlock, as his old enemy, couldn't help but show up.

"Will it be extradited?" Moriarty leaned back on the chair, looking decadent and sad, "Sherlock, you have to be honest with me, why do I calculate every step so well, but...someone is always procrastinating I back off - I'm not talking about you, you're acting in a way I can imagine, I'm saying... I'm talking about someone else, someone different, very different, who can see my plans... it's... too Terrible... so terrible!"

The people at BAU are horrible.

Their focus is not on the things themselves, but on the people - that's scary enough, for Moriarty, for Sherlock Holmes, for...everyone, what they study is too scary Nausea!

"Hmm." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, squeezing out his forehead lines, "I told you it was actually made by a vampire, would you believe me?"

"Don't be kidding me."

"Aha, don't you believe that I said vampires did it, then do you believe in vampires?" Sherlock lowered his voice, as if he was really telling a horror story, "The person who ruined your plan is a vampire... He can see your heart, Moriarty, your heart."