[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

The answer is of course no.

An hour later, the roof of Butts Hospital.The sky is breezy and sunny, and Wei Yang is basking in the sun leisurely—a P!When he saw Moriarty wearing his favorite Westwood men's long trench coat again, sitting on the low railing of the roof, he knew that this time it was really the last moment.Either he behaves better and earns enough favor points, or waits for gameover to do it again!

"Don't make that look, sweetheart." Moriarty held his phone and drew a straight line in the air, "Long time no see, I'm very happy." He said in a rather lazy tone.

Wei Yang stared at his side face, and the bullet chatter in his heart filled the screen.You didn't look back, do you know what my expression is?And, happy?It's impossible without thinking, right?

"good afternoon."

In the end he replied dryly, hoping secretly that this was not the last good morning he said.Anyway, it’s Sherlock’s home field—ordinary talkers are okay, and Moriarty’s talkers require considerable strength, of course, only Sherlock can play—he keeps his expression on his face so as not to be seen That's fine.

"I knew you understood, Sherlock." Moriarty turned to Sherlock again.He put the mobile phone into his pocket, and began to repeat the action of drawing straight lines before, which was obviously very boring. "I didn't say anything, but you know who to bring. But that's all—" he drawled, "That's the end of your fun part."

Sherlock glanced at Wei Yang unobtrusively, and then took a few steps towards Moriarty. "What do you mean?" He asked, standing between the two of them.

"Literally, Sherlock." Moriarty stopped the idle drawing of lines, his exaggerated facial movements could be seen from Sherlock's direction - nose wrinkled vigorously, eyes squeezed into balls - — "See the people down there? So ordinary, so boring. I used to think that you were different from them, that you were more interesting. But in fact, I was wrong. You are just like them—you have a heart, you Get normal, Sherlock, it's game over."

"You think you beat me?" Sherlock asked in a deep voice.

"Isn't it?" Moriarty finally turned around with a knowing smile on his face. "Nothing in the past was real, Moriarty was just a character you created; the cases you solved turned into lies and put you in shame; people thought you lied to them, from start to finish You're all liars—you're ruined."

Sherlock didn't answer him directly. "Richard Brooke," he said softly, "you've been eyeing me since the beginning."

Wei Yang was behind him, motionless, holding his breath.

Richard Brooke was the identity that Moriarty fabricated based on Sherlock's information, and another alias of this person was Moriarty.Moriarty impersonated the man himself, confirming that Sherlock directed him to commit crimes in Moriarty's name.Because the information given by Mycroft contained some details that others could not know, the fake person seemed to be Sherlock himself, and the credibility was extremely high.

But in fact, it was just Mycroft deliberately creating the illusion that he was helpless against Moriarty, and Sherlock himself knew it.Those profiles were real, yes; but their truest identity was bait—to trick Moriarty into thinking he had the upper hand, that he could start the last move—you know, if Moriarty Stay behind the scenes all the time and never get caught.

"That's right," Moriarty stood up and walked towards Sherlock, "You found out, I know you will." He stared at Sherlock, unable to see Wei Yang's expression behind him.

"It's an alias, and another meaning is 'Reichenbach'—it's this case that made me famous." Sherlock said clearly. "I get it. Where you start, you have to end." For example, instant fame versus ruin.

Moriarty started walking around him. "That's right." He turned from Sherlock's side, and at a glance, he noticed that Sherlock's hands behind his back were beating rhythmically. "Oh, you can see this too, very good." Then he walked in front of Sherlock again, keeping his eyes straight, just like Wei Yang was not standing in the direction of the roof entrance.

"Here's your little program," said Sherlock. "No wonder those killers want to protect me, because the program is on me, in my mind."

When Moriarty arrived at 221B, he tapped his fingers on his knees like that. It seemed to be just a small inadvertent movement, but he remembered it.To be honest, he doesn't really believe that there is a program that can easily break through all the networks in the world; but just like Mycroft's decision, he would rather believe it or not; the risk of guessing wrong is too great, and he must verify it himself.

"Then you will fail in this way," he continued, his tone could not be heard as a test, "I guessed it, then I can change Richard Brooke's information and make him change back to Jim Murray Artie!"

Moriarty smiled, still shaking his head. "You really think so? Haven't you figured it out yet?" At this time, he had already walked to Sherlock's side again, stopped, and leaned forward slightly: "Actually—" He seemed to want to say the answer loudly. Say it, so loud it borders on a growl, the same way you say "everyone dies" by the pool, then suddenly change your mind. "Sherlock thinks so, what do you think, sweetheart?" He turned his head, as if he finally thought of the existence of Wei Yang.

Wei Yang was stunned when he saw Sherlock's finger movements.Because the long-lost white text of the system appeared, reminding him that it was not a binary code at all, but something else; and at the same time, he remembered that Moriarty had tapped this similar rhythm from his knees to his thighs once. , just when he went to Irene's house for the second time. "It's Bach," he said with difficulty, "the Brandenburg Second Concerto."

No wonder the system didn't prompt at all, because that cheat that was said to be invincible never existed from the beginning to the end!Don't bring such a trick!

Moriarty's smile grew wider. "That's it, there's no procedure at all!" He looked back, and walked around from the other side of Sherlock, "I know your weakness, you always imagine things very cleverly; but in fact, the truth is as simple as that! "

Before turning back, Sherlock took a deep look at Wei Yang.But when facing Moriarty, his expression became unrecognizable again. "Those networks..."

"The Tower of London, the bank, and the prison?" said Moriarty, each word rising in pitch than the last, "easier—partners! With companions, anything can be done!" At that moment, his arm swung upwards sharply.

There was silence for three seconds.Moriarty and Sherlock stared at each other, and Wei Yang's palms were sweating without knowing it.

"But they won't believe it." Sherlock said softly, "You've shown them a demonstration. If I say I don't have it, it will only be taken as an excuse. They will think that I want to monopolize this thing."

"That's right. There's no way out, and it's game over," Moriarty said.His tone returned to normal, "Jump off, Sherlock, then everything will be over." He showed a slightly regretful expression, "What's the point of living in a boring world?"

Sherlock glanced at him, then walked over to the rail and glanced down. "I shall die in disrepute?"

Moriarty stood behind him, hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. "Yes, that's right. There's nothing you can do about it."

"Sherlock!" Wei Yang finally couldn't hold back the moment he saw the detective lift his foot.Didn't they agree that he wouldn't be allowed to read the suicide script?What is going on now?

"Oh, I forgot that there is another one." Moriarty turned around, his eyes sparkling. "I know you have a gun," he turned to look at Sherlock, "kill Yang before you jump off the building."

Wei Yang and Sherlock looked at him at the same time.Wei Yang himself wasn't too surprised, anyway, he had already foreseen this danger when he came, and it wasn't Sherlock who did it, it could be someone else.As for Sherlock, the reaction was to squint his eyes: "Why should I do it?"

"Give me some motivation, Sherlock." Moriarty spread his hands at him, seemingly helpless, but with the smile on his face, it was gloating. "Just in case you refuse to jump obediently. If you don't die, your friend will die."

"John?"

"One."

"Mrs. Hudson?"

"of course."

"Lestrade?"

Moriarty was finally satisfied. "Three snipers, three bullets. They'll all die if the snipers don't see you jump."

"No." Sherlock said, feeling a little dry in his mouth. "There's a fourth killer, and that's me." He raised his eyes to Wei Yang, only to find that he was also looking at him.

"Smart." Moriarty applauded falsely. "Whether it's true or not, after you jump down, there's only one truth: a liar like Sherlock Holmes, who dies, has to be held back. People will say, 'Liars deserve death', and, ' What a pity, that young, handsome and wealthy Chinese man!'" He said while shaking his head pretending to regret, "What a wonderful news! Isn't it much more exciting than simply committing suicide in fear of guilt?"

"You just like the news." Sherlock commented coldly, but his mind was running fast - Moriarty asked him to kill Wei Yang on a temporary basis, but there must be Wei Yang in Moriarty's original plan ; that is, if he does not do it, there is another sniper.That's not okay, at least getting shot at is definitely not okay.

"I like newspapers, and I also like fairy tales." Moriarty approached him and replied, "Especially dark fairy tales." Then he stood up straight again, and asked again: "How? Are you really so affectionate that it takes a few minutes Think about your options?"

"Then you should have asked me first." Wei Yang couldn't help but speak out.Given such a speechless right and wrong question, you still make a decision as if he is not there!Is he a scarecrow who can't move or talk? "Why do you think I'll just stand here and get shot?"

Moriarty looked at him as he had met him for the first time. "May I assume you have better options than this, honey?"

"I just don't want to just listen to others decide how I die." Wei Yang said with a curled mouth.He opened his legs, changed positions for the first time since going up to the rooftop, and walked directly to the guardrail.Then he looked down again, and suddenly felt dizzy—not because he was afraid of heights, but because the system’s white text was swiping again—this time the location was chosen by Sherlock, so it can naturally be arranged in advance; now the downstairs is full of Macro They came and went disguised as passers-by, so that their field of vision was filled with prompts such as "MI[-] plainclothes No. [-]" and "MI[-] plainclothes No. [-]".

"Well, I overestimated myself." Wei Yang closed his eyes, and when he turned his head, he looked calm again: "Sherlock, your marksmanship should be passable, right? What if you didn't fall?" It would be better to die than to be crippled.”

Sherlock blinked.To be honest, he was a little surprised. Although he had already communicated, Wei Yang acted more real than he imagined.But now is not the time to worry about that. "I refuse." He said firmly.

Moriarty watched them with interest. "Ordinary Sherlock, interesting sweetheart." He nodded slightly as he said, "This is a bit different from what I imagined. Suddenly I feel that it would be a pity to kill you, dear Yang..." He walked slowly to Next to Wei Yang, just like when they first met, reached out and brushed Wei Yang's suit collar gently. "I'm sorry, but there's no way, you're on the other side."

Wei Yang didn't speak.If he had resold the system data from the beginning, he might have raised Moriarty's favorability; but he didn't.And he couldn't be sure that it would be successful—after all, if he did that, he might be killed by other forces, such as MI[-] agents, before reaching the standard of favorability.You must know that everyone is innocent and pregnant with crimes, and you have to survive to pass the customs.But now that he has made a choice, he must keep going, no matter whether there is death ahead or not.

"I like your look, but this is the last time," Moriarty said, letting go of his hand. "If that's the case, you two dance together and make the news a little bit hotter. Like, 'Why do liars and married couples fall off a building?'"

"I..." Wei Yang wanted to argue, but Moriarty had already turned around. "Let's start now, I think you should have thought enough."

When Moriarty touched Wei Yang's collar, Sherlock was quite worried, but he controlled himself.And when he heard this new conclusion, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.It seems that his guess is right, Moriarty wants him to die, and indeed he wants Wei Yang to die; but he can only choose to jump off a building, and Wei Yang has two other options besides jumping off a building—being beaten by him die, or be taken out by a fourth sniper.They all looked dead, but jumping off the building was safe—because Mycroft's men would deploy the safety air cushion as quickly as possible after he stood on the railing.So, no matter what, you can't shoot.

"You...forget it." Wei Yang asked, his tone was actually affirmative. "If I don't jump and Sherlock doesn't do anything, I'm still doomed to die, right?" Don't tell him that even if he jumps, he will be shot again!

Moriarty turned his back on him and shook his head. "I'm so sorry."

Sherlock passed him, grabbed Wei Yang's hand, and walked towards the guardrail.When the two stood on it, neither of them planned to jump—just kidding, Moriarty is still alive, can they succeed in feigning death?

"This is so stupid," Wei Yang complained intentionally, "It's like I'm going to die in love with a man."

"Unfortunately, that's it, and with a notorious liar," Sherlock reminded him.After quietly exchanging glances, he burst out laughing. "You're wrong, Jim dear, I have other options."

"What?" Moriarty turned sharply.

Sherlock turned around and jumped down from the guardrail lightly, shortening the distance between them. "If I catch you, there is a way."

"You think that's useful?" Moriarty snorted, "They won't care - there's only one thing that can stop them, and that's you jumping off."

"No." Sherlock had already walked in front of him, and took another step closer: "There must be other ways. I really don't know, but you must know. So..."

"As long as I'm still alive, you can find a chance to come back and defeat me?" Moriarty said very slowly, chewing on this sentence.The expression on his face was thoughtful at first, and then slowly turned into a smile. "Yes, you're right." Before he finished speaking, he quickly took out the Browning pistol in Sherlock's trouser pocket, raised his hand, aimed at the trigger and pulled the trigger in one go——

"boom!"

Sherlock was shocked for a moment, but before he could turn his head completely, there was a second shot.But in such a short time, his head was still turning backwards inertially.Then he saw that Wei Yang's expression was frozen at the moment of shock, his feet were lifted off the ground by the impact of the bullet, his body flew backwards, and then fell head first.

The bright red blood sprinkled behind him, filled a small piece of sky, but filled Sherlock's vision.

"Positive--!"