[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

midnight.

Wei Yang turned off the light, but he didn't sleep.Instead, he was fully clothed and still weighing the FN57-style pistol in his hand.Most of this gun is made of special engineering plastics, which is about half lighter than similar pistols, and the design is more suitable for beginners.He ran his fingers over the T-shaped Picatinny rail under the sand gray barrel, thinking he'd better get a muffler on it without anyone noticing... no, if there's a better option, don't shoot Better.

Thinking of this, Wei Yang put the gun into his trousers pocket and went downstairs silently.Sherlock had already obtained the missile plan in the afternoon, and he distracted John again, stating that he was going to have a private meeting with Moriarty, which he felt was not very safe.

The silver mist of moonlight permeates the houses, and the surroundings are quiet.There are no pedestrians on Baker Street, only the street lamps are still dutifully illuminating the road.Suddenly, a door opened and a tall, thin guy stepped out.He looked at the empty road, tightened his collar, and strode towards one end.

Wei Yang followed him far away.It would be easy to reveal his secrets with another person, but he couldn't hold back that he had a trick on him.As long as he was within a certain distance, even if he couldn't see Sherlock, the small map could indicate the correct location.In other words, no matter what camouflage or sharp turns Sherlock has made or other anti-tracking means, as long as he is roughly in the right direction, he will definitely not be lost and will not be found.

Mr. System is always awesome at critical moments!

Fortunately, Sherlock wasn't too far away to need a taxi.After turning a few streets, he entered a building that looked a little old.

"The natatorium, where Carl Bowles drowned, was built..."

The system began to write white characters again, and Wei Yang followed the arrow's instructions, avoiding the sight of the sniper, and approached the swimming pool with twists and turns.The place was uncharacteristically brightly lit (Moriarty had arrived, no doubt), and he did not want to expose himself prematurely, so he lurked quietly behind a closed door.From the map, he was on the corner of the short side of the pool.If you open the door and go out, you can just see Sherlock on the opposite side; Moriarty is on his right, separated by a whole swimming pool.

Sherlock's footsteps echoed outside.He walked a few steps, saw no one, and said loudly: "I know you're here. You've worked so hard to do so many things for this, right?" He paused, as if What action: "Missile program, huh? You just don't want me to find it?"

Wei Yang thought for a while, took out the gun and clenched it tightly, leaning sideways against the wall, ready to rush out at any time.With the help of the system, he escaped from MI10 agents when he came out (as did Sherlock, of course).But this can only be successful for about 10 minutes, and he has to ensure that there are no accidents during these [-] minutes.

Moriarty's favorability fluctuated, and it must have been because he noticed Mycroft's additional protection for Sherlock, so it was deduced that he had warned the British government.That said, if Moriarty was prudent enough, he wouldn't try to do anything out of the ordinary tonight, because there would be a lot of MI[-] coming soon.

This is the basis for Wei Yang's inference that there is no fifth hostage.Of course, this is just his guess, and Moriarty may find it challenging and worth the risk.In any case, caution is the best policy.He thought so, pressing his ear against the wall.

There was a brief silence outside.

"I thought you already had my phone number." Moriarty's signature soft voice sounded, seeming a little wronged. "I thought you'd hit," he said, coming out of the cubicle he was in. "Is that the Browning L941 in your pocket? Or are you just too happy to see me?"

Sherlock drew out his pistol and took aim in an instant, while walking along the edge of the swimming pool on the side of the changing room. "Both," he said. "Who are you?" Although there may already be an answer.

"Jim Moriarty." Moriarty didn't mind answering this question, and his tone was very relaxed. "Good evening." He went around the short side until he was on the same side as Sherlock. "Don't be stupid, there's someone with a rifle in the distance."

But Sherlock didn't relax, he now held the stock of the gun with his left hand to steady himself a bit, completely oblivious to the red dot drifting across his forehead. "Consult the criminal. Be smart."

"That's right. People ask for my help, just like you did." Moriarty didn't stop, and the distance between them was getting closer. "You've seen how good I am, people I dump, small problems, and 3000 million chips are all bait to get you hooked. I don't get my hands dirty. No one can catch me. And I I would also like to advise you, just give up."

"Impossible." Sherlock vetoed it in one gulp. "I'll catch you."

Moriarty laughed, but said nothing. "Although I've been obsessed with the little game between you and me, giving you hints, pretending to be gay-do you like me like this?"

"Someone's dead," Sherlock said calmly.

"Everybody's going to—" Moriarty kept his normal flat tone for the first half of the sentence, and the last word was close to a growl. "--die!"

The sound was so loud that Wei Yang was shocked.He thought at first, how could Moriarty see what gun was in Sherlock's pocket from the 50-meter swimming pool?I really don't know who has the best cheats.Now I think, isn't it normal for Moriarty to talk to him?How could this fluctuating volume scare people to death when meeting Sherlock?Or is this just a concrete manifestation of Moriarty's fickleness?

The conversation outside continued.

"I'll stop you." Sherlock wasn't frightened at all.

"you can not."

Sherlock stared at him, and suddenly tilted his head: "What about the last link of the game? Five beeps, indicating that there are five cases and five hostages. What about the last hostage?"

"Oh, so your confidence comes from this?" Moriarty took two steps closer to him, his voice rising. "I've changed my mind. If you have any memory, you know I said this."

Sherlock frowned slightly.Of course he remembered what Moriarty said through the mouth of the child, and he also said that Wei Yang had surpassed him in this regard. "Why?"

Moriarty gave a wide smile. "I said that too."

"Because of Yang?" Sherlock didn't blink his eyes, "I didn't see that he was fickle. Instead, you..."

Moriarty laughed suddenly, his voice echoing on the ripples of the water. "Can't you tell the truth from the fake?" He laughed so hard that he seemed to be out of breath, "Can't you see the problem with him?"

Another moment of silence.

Wei Yang felt that he was going to stick out his ears.Don't say half and leave half!Rather, where does he appear to be capricious?But when he was anxiously waiting for the answer, he suddenly noticed a slight movement behind him, and immediately turned around with his gun in hand.How many minutes?Someone from MI[-] or someone from Moriarty?

At this moment, a person jumped out from the darkness on the other side, grabbed his mouth and nose, and his arms were like steel pliers.After training, Wei Yang leaned back reflexively, trying to stun the opponent with his head.But he hit the ground with a hammer, and the opponent dexterously dodged sideways, and the other hand slashed diagonally towards the tiger's mouth, trying to take the gun away from him.

This guy is taller than him!Wei Yang sensed the disadvantage in an instant.He gritted his teeth, and was about to throw an elbow over his shoulder, but suddenly found that the hand on his mouth was wearing a ring, and the texture of the cuff near his cheek was not right—it was quite delicate, and it was very different from his high-end customization. The suit felt like—what agent or assassin would wear such expensive clothes in this situation—"Mycroft?"

"Less than two seconds." The man let go of him and whispered at the same time. "Faster than I thought."

Wei Yang rubbed his chin and panted slightly. "Why are you here?" If the British government had personally acted, the 10 minutes would have been too normal to be normal. "And I didn't know you actually..." So cruel!Didn't everyone say Mycroft was an office detective?lie!

Mycroft obviously didn't intend to explain his second sentence. "The poison was almost missed last time. I just don't want to see who will kill himself first." After finishing speaking, he quietly stuck to the door.

It makes sense, Sherlock seems to be the one who can do this, Wei Yang thought. "Isn't it okay to say hello first? Or are you planning to scare me?" He couldn't help complaining.

"Quiet." Mycroft could only use his voice to stop him from speaking. "And I suggest you put your gun away - if I remember correctly, you don't have a gun license yet."

Do you remember this in an emergency?Wei Yang complained.But since the British government came, it meant that he had no chance to shoot, so he obediently put it away, and then posted back to his old seat to eavesdrop.After being interrupted like this, a part of it was not heard at all.

"...perhaps you made a mistake in the first place," said Sherlock. "You think you know someone like that, but you really aren't."

"I agree, it's possible." Moriarty shrugged at him, leaning forward. "Either his acting skills are so good that he fooled me too; or he is so fickle that he is better than me. Whether it's the former or the latter," he draws his voice slightly, "it's all very interesting, isn't it? "

"so?"

"A new target, Sherlock." Moriarty shook his head at him, "It usually looks like a harmless little white rabbit, but it can scratch your face with blood at critical moments; and you never know when it will It's going to mess with your schedule. It's not ordinary at all, it's unpredictable, isn't it great?"

"You mean, Yang made you change your mind?" Sherlock pressed.

"You can say yes, or you can say no." Moriarty chuckled lightly, and his words began to sound like an aria: "Now what do you think, if I knew that someone from MI[-] was following you, what would I do?"

Seeing his smug smile, Sherlock gritted his teeth a bit.He originally hoped that the other party would do something before the agents arrived, but he didn't expect Moriarty to abandon the plan simply and neatly. "Won't do anything."

"The answer is correct." Moriarty took out his left hand from his pocket, and patted his suit casually: "Although I usually hate people who are more fickle than me, if you can make the game more Interesting, so why not do it?" Then he raised his voice, "Did you say so, sweetheart? I know you can hear me, come out!"

Didn't he avoid those eyes and ears? How come one or two still know he's there?Wei Yang cursed, and at the same time felt that Mycroft's sight could almost condense into substance in the darkness, so he could only bite the bullet and push open the door to go out. "Sure enough, we'll meet soon." He greeted dryly.

Sherlock shot him a quick glance, but kept his gun pointed at Moriarty.And Moriarty's direction was right towards him, and he only tilted his head casually. "It's unbelievable that you successfully bypassed my people and are still standing in a safe corner. Maybe Sherlock is right. I misread you early in the morning." He looked at Wei Yang With a glance, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I thought you didn't like FN57."

Here it comes again, with X-ray scanning function!Wei Yang couldn't help complaining in his heart.But obviously he couldn't say that, so he simply remained silent.

"I'm glad to find this out." Moriarty said softly, "But I also want to know more, who is the guy who had a fierce fight with you?"

Sherlock stared at Wei Yang as he did.The skin on the lips, cheeks and chin is red, the fabric is slightly wrinkled-what just happened; the hair is messed up, the red marks on the cheeks are facing upwards-he is taller than him, but not much; no wounds, his face is calm and calm-the hands are Proper, not an enemy; to be here at this time... He had to agree with Moriarty's judgment, but he didn't speak.

"If you're talking about me." Mycroft stepped out of the shadows behind the door with a toothache on his face.

Wei Yang looked at him, then at Sherlock (frowning to Mycroft's standard) and Moriarty (as expected), and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird.There seems to be something wrong, right?

Moriarty looked at him, extending his arms dramatically upward. "That's great, a foursome date is much more exciting than a threesome date!"

Refined!color!you!sister!ah!Wei Yang felt that his teeth hurt too.