Why not ask the magical conch [Comprehensive]

strip. "

Moria picked up the note, and Luo Ting also leaned over to read it. There were two lines of writing on the note

“007Confirmedallocation。4c12c45r13c606oB61F34G34J6OD12K33k34k”?

second world

? Seeing these two lines, Luo Ting's first reaction was "Thewoman" in the first episode of the second season of "Detective Sherlock".

Luo Ting has a special sensitivity to numbers. He noticed this password when he was watching a drama. Although he couldn't write it all down, he still knew it.But what made him wonder was, why did this password appear in the already completely collapsed plot?

The detective behind said: "I have already copied a copy for them to go back and decipher, but the result has not yet come out."

Moriarty sneered and prepared to leave the crime scene with a note.Luo Ting found that the battery on the system panel was about to run out (￣ー￣), and pulled his sleeve nervously: "Help."

"..." Moriarty looked at him with displeasure in his stern eyes.

"I'm going to transform! Remember to pick up my conch!" Luo Ting said in a low voice.After I finished speaking, I was also embarrassed, just like Balala the Little Demon Fairy=L=I can’t stop the rhythm at all.

Moriarty shook off his hand, ignoring him.

Luo Ting suddenly said: "Password? Airplane Boeing 747? From where to where?"

Moriati paused, took out the code and glanced at it again, frowning even deeper. He turned his head and saw Luo Ting's complacent face, and suddenly said: "Sooner or later, I will kill you."

"You pick me up first and then talk about it!" Luo Ting can't control so much, he will run away in minutes after the task is completed, and it doesn't matter if he dismembers the conch or shreds it, it has nothing to do with him chatter.

After speaking, he ran downstairs: "I'll wait for you at the flower bed! Don't forget!"

A few minutes later, Moriati went downstairs with a blank face, and picked up one, a conch, from the flower bed with a stiff posture.

Ignoring the ultra-low air pressure around him, Luo Ting couldn't help chattering: "Hey, I knew you still wanted to pick me up. I just said you won't regret it if you keep me..."

"To shut up."

Luo Ting shut his mouth obediently, and Moriarty spoke again: "Password."

"Let me take another look." Luo Ting said.

Moriarty took out the note, his expression froze.Luo Ting knew what he was thinking, and said, "Put the note in your pocket, and face me with the writing side."

In fact, Luo Ting couldn't remember all the contents of this note, but he only remembered that it was a Boeing 747 taking off from London Airport.In the original play, there are many dead bodies on the plane, but there is no such plot, no terrorists, and no spy.

The large string of messy numbers behind it is the seat number of the plane, but for now they really have no clue.

"Did you see anything?" Moriarty obviously didn't have much patience.

"It's a double-decker airliner, departing from London airport, I guess when? Tomorrow? Well, you can check the flights and we'll rule them out."

"...Guess?" If there was a knife or a gun, Moriatti would definitely choose to collapse the conch.

"Okay." Luo Ting also felt a little embarrassed.

During the stalemate between the two, a passerby walked over with a lot of newspapers in his hand, and accidentally bumped into Moriarty's body.

"Sir, buy an evening paper."

Moriarty sneered and was about to send this man to heaven when he saw the newspaper in his hand and suddenly stopped.Another password on the newspaper: CT6pB.

At this time, the man stood up unsteadily again, and left with a stack of newspapers.

"What's wrong?" Luo Ting, who was in his pocket, noticed something strange.

Moriarty just stopped for 2 minutes, took out his mobile phone: "Book a ticket from London Heathrow Airport to Baltimore at [-] pm tomorrow."

"Eh??" Regardless of Luo Ting's astonishment, Moriarty walked back to the residence with the newspaper.

Airport the next day.

Luo Ting was stuffed in his pocket again o(╯□╰)o.He was very upset about this obvious way of saving air tickets.But in fact, he should be thankful for not being thrown out, after all, Moriarty is not a good-tempered person.

Holding the boarding pass to the window position, Moriarty fell into silence.After a while, a man in black sat down next to him with a listless expression.

The plane took off smoothly.The flight attendant asked in a low voice if she wanted any service.The man next to Moriarty accidentally knocked over his red wine and splashed it on him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man apologized in a panic.

Moriarty glanced at him, still moving on himself.Seeing that no one else was paying attention, he said: "Escaped from London under the nose of the police."

The man in black seemed to be a different person suddenly, put away his flustered expression and said indifferently: "You also know about the scoundrels at Scotland Yard."

Luo Ting was shocked by the sudden change of painting style.What, are these two still acquaintances?Do you know each other? !He wanted to look at it secretly from his pocket, but was blocked by Moriarty's hand.

"Murderer," Moriarty said.

The other fell silent: "I didn't kill people."

"But you are a murderer now." Moriati tilted his head and looked at him, and said with interest: "Tell me, what will happen if I hand you over to the police now?"

Luo Ting had a faint guess in his heart, could it be that this person is...

"Will you?" the man in black asked.

Moriati showed a contemptuous expression: "Are you inviting me to play a brand new game?"

"Help me find John."

"Boring." Moriarty said, "Do you still want to be eligible to continue playing this game? The moment your true feelings are touched, you have already lost, Sherlock."

Second World (final)

?The plane stops at the airport in Baltimore.It was already late at night, but this bustling port city was still brightly lit, and the air was filled with a corrupt atmosphere.

"Why did you choose Baltimore?" Moriarty asked casually after getting off the plane, "Is there any clue?"

"On the second day of John's disappearance, Mrs. Hudson took a letter addressed to me from outside the door. Inside was 'Baltimore' written in Chinese characters." Sherlock took out his sunglasses and put them on, covering Only one-third of his face [because the face is too long!

"The murderer left it?"

Sherlock glanced at Moriatti blankly: "That was my only clue at the time."

"Someone died the next day, right? You became the murderer." Moriatti smiled happily when he said this: "Interesting."

"Why did you hide in London for so long? How did you buy the plane ticket?" He asked again.

Sherlock paused, and replied, "Mccroft."

"Mycroft?" Moriarty looked more interested: "It's really interesting. He asked me to solve the case and find you, but you took the initiative to contact him."

Luo Ting heard their conversation and thought to himself, of course.In the original play, the relationship between Mycroft and Sherlock has been tepid, not because Mycroft doesn't love Sherlock, but because Sherlock has been pushing him out of his life since he grew up.This kind of childish and arrogant approach, of course, can't stop Mycroft from loving his younger brother.

After all, what the heck, everyone loves Sherlock.

But, Moriarty, can you move your hands away, hey!Let me lick the long face of the male god!

"I will prove that the murderer is not me." Sherlock glanced at Moriath, with a stiff expression that almost wanted to swallow the person in front of him: "Help me find John."

Moriatti raised his head and laughed loudly: "Haha, I'm a crime consultant, you have to think about it, murderer."

"I'm not." Sherlock retorted, "The criminal's purpose and motive are not clear, and there is not even a trace of John's disappearance."

"Purpose?" Moriati rolled his big eyes nimbly, and looked at him as if he had heard some big joke: "Are you asking about the purpose and motive of the crime? The crime needs this?"

Luo Ting thought about it seriously, the purpose?Needless to say, of course it is revenge against the society. It is said that high IQ crimes are generally like this.It's just that the newspaper's method is slightly different.But the villain is Xiao Zeyuan, so it's not a question of purpose, it's a question of the system.

Sherlock glanced at him through the sunglasses, Moriarty was gaining the upper hand, and looked back at him cynically with raised eyebrows: "Clues? You can't find it? There is an extra person in the shop where John disappeared, didn't you find it? "

"Can you find out who that person is?" Sherlock asked back.

Moria was at a loss for words for a moment, and Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, expressing secret joy to himself, and said sarcastically, "I didn't expect you to find out now?"

"It's me." Seeing the exit from the airport, Luo Ting got out of Moriarty's pocket in a flash: "I found it!"

"..." Sherlock and Moria looked at each other, out of some strange tacit understanding, they both chose to ignore this person who appeared out of nowhere.

"I can remember the number of people who entered and the last people who came out that day, and then I found the extra person." Luo Ting was still chattering, seeing that the two ignored him and were not affected.

"Where did he come from?" Sherlock asked quietly.

"Leave him alone," Moriarty said.

"Male god! Male god!" Luo Ting didn't seem to have this level of self-awareness, and pulled Sherlock