Living in Caoying, heart in Han

Moriarty squatted down carelessly and stroked his hair. There was a hint of amused smile in his cold and sweet voice, "You don't have to be so excited, William."

Please kill me.

"Aren't you up yet?" Moriarty clicked his tongue, and poked Ye Liang's ear with his fingers again, with a funny taste, "You're still as shy as before. Get up, the guests will come soon. "

With this passionate fall, Ye Liang's strangeness towards the person in front of him instantly faded away, and there would be nothing worse anyway, the worst thing would be death.When he let go completely, he was not as afraid of Moriarty as before.

The smiling man in a suit no longer intended to embarrass him, and even stretched out his hand to pull him up, patted his shoulder, and said: "I'm here to America this time, I'm here to discuss a very interesting business, if everything goes well, I need You stay here temporarily and contact the other party for work."

"Okay, boss." Ye Liang replied in a deep voice, having the same sex as his lunatic boss.

Moran, who was not far away, also slowly walked over. When passing by Ye Liang, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then followed Moriarty's footsteps and walked towards the villa, but he was half a body behind.

The villa is magnificently furnished, but it can be seen that there are no people living in it, and there is no breath of life, but because it is cleaned regularly, there is no trace of dust.

Moriarty sat on the sofa with a relaxed posture, and even put one foot up on the coffee table, not at all reliable.Yes, he's a terribly rule-averse guy who likes to do all sorts of wild things, and enjoys seeing the looks of shock, disgust, and pain on people's faces, but if you think he's too frivolous to despise him, it's over.

This lunatic is like a poisonous snake, unscrupulous but resourceful and cautious, crazy but rational, this contradictory quality exists in Moriarty.

Moriarty threw a piece of information to Ye Liang, and then made himself a pot of tea, and asked Moran to go outside to meet the guests.It didn't take long for the intercom to think, and Moran said that the guest had already received it and was bringing him in.

"Biscuits." Moriarty raised his chin, Ye Liang had to put down the information about Decima Company in his hand, took a cranberry cookie from the table, and controlled his eyes in the face of the other party's half-smile Become frantic, then lean over and feed each other.

After all, he is a lunatic character who is obsessed with boss... Fuck.

Ah Xi, when will this day be the end, Moriarty can let him feed biscuits today, shouldn't he let him sleep tomorrow?Although this pervert's true love is only crime, he doesn't rule out in-depth communication with people of any gender!

It is impossible to sell one's body, no one has died in life since ancient times... come cook!Before Moriarty could say a second sentence, Ye Liang stuffed another biscuit in, stuffing his cheeks bulgingly, and with that slightly round face, he looked like a hamster at first glance.

That's right, what Ye Liang used was the way he used to feed his hamsters back then. Flirting is impossible, so be rough, anyway, madman's love is different, if you don't like this tune, then accept it.

When Ye Liang tried to feed the third biscuit, Moriarty finally got a little annoyed, he sneered, took out three biscuits from the plate, and directly stuffed them into Ye Liang's mouth, with a strong sense of revenge.

Ye Liang opened his mouth and bit it from the ground, deliberately biting a little bit more at the finger position. If Moriarty's movements were slower, he would probably be able to add some meat.Ye Liang continued to chew the biscuits "crazyly", looking like his "beloved" boss.

Who do you want to be disgusted with?Come on, let's pretend together!Anyway, he gave up on himself.

When Moran walked in with Gray, the old man who had struggled all his life, saw two young people sticking to the sofa, feeding each other biscuits, and their eyes intertwined.

Gray: ...Although I am also British, but anyway, we will not do it in front of the guests.Today's young people, there is less and less gentleman etiquette!

Ye Liang: With your hair volume, how dare you, an old man, say that you are British?When he was feeding the biscuits just now, he saw that the hair on the back of Moriarty's head was a little thin.

This is overuse, boss, next time I'll feed you walnut biscuits.

Moriarty glared at Ye Liang. The latter knew that he must not disrespect his boss in front of outsiders, so he immediately backed away respectfully holding the biscuit plate, and stood behind Moriarty, with his back straight and his face blank. expression.

Gray decided to pretend that he didn't see anything just now.

The two sides began to talk about serious business. Ye Liang recalled the Decima company information he had read before. What the old man wanted to talk to Moriarty was a black technology that could monitor all human beings. people".

After the Twin Towers incident, the United States tried to monitor the mobile phones and emails of all citizens. This is no longer news. After all, they even monitor the leaders of the European Union.But it is another matter to create an artificial intelligence that can analyze this information independently, screen out "dangerous elements", and think of solutions by itself.

The former is disgusting at best, and the latter is trying to die.

"This is not an ordinary artificial intelligence. It is the hope of mankind." The elderly British man looked at his wrinkled hands and said calmly, "This world will not get better, it will only get worse. If you don’t learn any lessons from history yourself, you need to change to a god who can truly guide mankind.”

"If God doesn't answer our prayers, we create a new God. The Samaritan is the new God, and we've got the core parts of him for now, but let's get the Samaritan fully online , more test data is needed, and more assistance is needed.”

Gray looked at Moriarty sharply, not like an old man at all: "As a bargaining chip for this deal, I will copy a part of the Samaritan's core to you, and let you go to England to activate his branch/ When the new gods appear, you will have more power than you have now, Mr. Moriarty."

Moriarty made a "stop" gesture and asked in an uncomfortably cold and sweet voice: "I have another question, why not put the government's data into the hands of the government instead of testing the Samaritan data so hard? The first artificial intelligence TM to take it?"

Kebi told him that Gray has a deep-rooted affection for the Samaritans, and this machine has not yet been fully developed.

"The maker of TM is not dead yet, and the hidden dangers of using TM are too great. What's more... the divinity of this machine has been firmly restrained and destroyed by humans, and it is just a tool in the hands of humans."

"So, for The Samaritan to go online, TM has to go offline, including its makers and chosen executors."

Moriarty lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. He had a good appearance, especially those thick eyelashes. When lowered, they concealed all the madness, but were a little quiet and docile.

He said: "It's a pleasure to cooperate, and I also want to see what the new God looks like."

After that, there will be some detailed negotiations. As bosses, Moriarty and Gray only set the general direction, and the rest will be followed up by his subordinates in detail. Yes, in other words, everything after that is Ye Liang's work. up.

After Moran sent Gray away, Ye Liang heard Moriarty's nervous laughter resounding through the hall, full of mockery.New God?What the hell is that?The corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes filled with bottomless malice, the world won't get better, of course not, otherwise what would he be playing?

As for Grey... This disgusting old fox doesn't have a single word of truth in his mouth. Doesn't Moriarty believe in a single word, creating a new God to guide human society?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Ye Liang and Moran quietly waited for their boss's madness to end.

Moriarty hooked his fingers towards Ye Liang, who walked over obediently, and was thrown directly onto the coffee table. The cold and hard coffee table made his back ache, and the lunatic just motioned for Moran to take the biscuit plate away. come over.

"According to him, the maker of TM is still alive and has formed a team to uphold justice in New York." Moriarty had a calm expression, and while ordering work, he stuffed the biscuits into Ye Liang's mouth, one piece after another , when the latter had no time to swallow, more biscuits were almost forced into it.

"Grey wants us to help find and kill them so they can spend more time helping the Samaritans get online without TM finding out."

Ye Liang was about to choke to death on the biscuit, but Moriarty didn't intend to stop, another cookie hit his throat abruptly, Ye Liang began to clutch his neck and retch, but he didn't push Moriarty away, it wasn't him He didn't want to beat someone up, but Moran was standing next to him with his hands behind his waist. If he dared to move, Moran would turn his brains into dipping sauce for biscuits.

His boss is really vicious and narrow-minded.

Ye Liang relaxed his body and throat as much as he could, obediently being stuffed with a whole plate of cookies, his face was blushing, his face was covered with scattered biscuit crumbs, his body convulsed slightly, and his eyes were hollow after being hypoxic and suffocated.

Well, at least he doesn't have to struggle to act "Obsession" anymore.

"Understood? You're going to New York tonight." While torturing his subordinates, Moriarty explained the things at work, patted the biscuit crumbs on his hands, and then got up happily, with a voice as slippery as a poisonous snake, "Also, William, forget about this time, there will be no next time."

Ye Liang lay powerlessly on the coffee table and nodded.

He knew that Moriarty was not punishing him for his offense when he was fed the biscuit before. In fact, when he was fed the biscuit, he was quite happy and seemed to be happy to play with Cato; the real reason for his punishment was Boston If that matter could be dismissed simply by a confession, then Moriarty would not be the criminal emperor.

Even a lunatic knows how to reward and punish.

Almost choking to death with biscuits was already the lightest punishment, probably because Ye Liang had greatly pleased him and was still useful.

Tsk, it's hard to deal with.

After Moriarty left, Ye Liang struggled to get up from the coffee table, threw up on the floor, and then coughed violently.Someone came over and bent down to give him a glass of water and a towel.

Ye Liang rinsed his mouth, wiped his face clean, then turned to look at Moran with a hoarse voice: "The boss has gone back?"

"Yeah." He was still very excited when he left, saying that he had found an interesting opponent in England.

Ye Liang threw the towel on the ground, looked at him panting, grinned and said, "Are you staying too?"

"Yes, to assist you."

From this point of view, the matter of Boston is completely over, and Moriarty has also been fined. As long as he is not found out, he will not be held accountable again.

It's just that Moriarty let him go... But he might not let Moriarty go.

Hehe, sooner or later, all of you criminals will be reported/reported!

The author has something to say: *I have a hunch that this copy may be longer than the previous ones 2333

*The next chapter will meet New York Knee Man! ! !